On the margins of friends and foes:

[osho]

I am on the margins
Take me to war camouflaged
I can put on the war-wear, peace-wear
Or indistinct gray-wear
I am on the edge, for this side and that side
I will side with both sides
Making the enemy of friends

Making friends of the enemy

I do not wear a placard for distinction
I have no principles to follow a particular flock

I am a soldier living on a borderline
I will die for your cause
I am a farmer growing crops for both enemies and friends
Since I am a formless man
You can give me form, identity, nationality
Mold me since I cannot know I am molded
Send me to shoot and I do not know the upshot

I am a quiver of creation
You call man,
They call friend
Other call enemy
You can cast me into the kind you find useful

You can indoctrinate me
So that I can have the courage to drop bombs
Upon their roofs who are neither my enemies nor friends
You can brainwash me into your thoughts and I will pray for your God

I have no tone but will beat your drums

For I am the drummer and I am the drummed