The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
The enemy of my enemy is neither an ally or foe.
The enemy of my enemy is a potential threat.
The enemy of my enemy is either worse or better than I.
The enemy of my enemy is in the same everlasting cage of violence as us.
The enemy of my enemy is harmless, though interesting.
The enemy of my enemy is a solution to further inconvenience.
The enemy of my enemy is lacklustre in problem-solving since the enemy remains.
The enemy of my enemy is another road to widen flames; for them to sprout.
The enemy of my enemy is salvation, but for whom? The enemy; or myself.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
The enemy of my enemy is but another soul; another human being; another tear from clouds.
The “enemy”, the problem is not whom I think it is, it is not darkness versus light; it is not he/she against me; them against us; we against them.
It was never world versus world, ideas against ideas, it is you and me; she and him; world and world together facing a difficulty.
It is not an enemy, maybe not ally or foe; nor enemy though. A soul burning, itching to survive; it is human and another human against the problem.
It is society as a group facing a task to solve; it is a gathered world in all its glory and deceit against a unified and split problem.
Not you against me, it is us against the problem we face. Can you see it? Not us fighting us, we prepare a war on the issue at hand, not towards each other.
The human with pain as I of my human who shed tears as I am maybe not ally or foe neither enemy, just human.
Us—against difficulties.
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