Memories of Friendship

Memories of Friendship

You have as many faces,
as the world itself;
Sometimes you are in dignity
as rich as thee in wealth.
For this I call you America –
Filled with passion and no fear!
But lest, you cannot stay like this
when other folk come near.

You walk away disdainful
to place pleasure in their eye –
this is the middle east,
for here no conformity lies.
With no one else to turn to,
I always come straight back.
Forgetting your porous loyalty;
Words white, intention black.

For this you may call me Italy.
Easy to call to your side.
Even though your chicanery,
I, with my friendship, belied.



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