Confusion of our enemies with friends.

As foolish as to graze on sweet iced buns;
Confusion of our enemies with friends.
For we know  that life is harder than a pun
The sentences we write, we’d like to stun
In the future, payment will be grim.
On all we stole, the interest we shall lend.
Even if we have no loaded gun,
We shall in  these deep graves declare the end