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If I don’t help you

When you are tired

When you’re hungry

If I don’t give you bread;

If I can’t console you

When you are crying

I’m not your friend

Only I’m lying.

If I can’t share your burden

When you’re so laden

If I don’t visit you

When you’re bed ridden;

Because I don’t deserve it

Don’t call me ‘my friend’

That’s not a simple thing

For me to be honored

You can call a friend

A person who is kind

Who had been there for you

On time of your need;

I offer you nothing

Don’t use this name for me

When I look at myself

In most cases I’m your enemy.

Long time ago

We were playmates

We know each other

Since we were small kids;

You lack all what you need

But I have everything

I’m just watching you

I do not like sharing.

I don’t like the poor

But I give for the riches

How much I spend for them

They’ll never notice;

If I have given it

For you instead

Your life has been full

And completely changed.

Why should I help you

And want you to be changed?

Why should I do this

And lend you a hand?

If I don’t see someone

Who is very poor ;

I won’t understand

A better thing I acquire.

Am I your friend now

As you thought like before?

Or an evil creature

Which invites a horror?

You see my old friend

Do you know me better?

If you call me ‘my friend’

I don’t want to be here.