Back-stabber friend

Giving hands to each other in trouble,

We could go through the evil and good,

Yes, indeed, human soul is a puzzle,

You’ve just sold me away for a loot

Can I ever believe anyone

If my trust in your pocket has gone?!

If I hear the sound of tinkling,

When your wallet-like heart is beating?

All these years I’ve been thinking I know you,

But today you have opened my eyes,

And your mystical stories have shown you

As a world class composer of lies.

I just trusted you with my life,

Never thought you were hiding your knife,

Never knew you could go that far,

Now I see how pathetic you are…

Askar Bazarbay 07/04/2005