Now i know, 
that a good friend is an enemy in waiting, 
i even prefer the bullets of an enemy, 
i have really been done, 
they came in humility, but have left in pride, 
i have been robbed of, and left without, 
no more reason for me to smile, 
soon i will get to my feet, 
and they shall be ashamed, 
because Christ has done it for me                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
i first that i will hate this poem when i read the first lines.... i though i'll just read this and leave without rating and commenting.... but i was wrong.... i rated this one 10.... and i think i don't hate it.