Afar Poem by Naveed Akram

From afar we carry out our threats,
To engulf them who marry in certain fashions
That we detest, and we also do not like.
For such is nightmare, mostly burden,
So that guts are spilt, and trained to form back
In their rightful place, the guts are not gone.
We engulf their brains when winter blushes
And intelligent spring sees sights of serenity.
They live in the hope of murder to bring about
A path of solutions, ones that we detest,
And we like the way of the world as it is.
In fact, the answers lie in the storms of time
And we must dig to engage in matter some deeds-
We like the deeds of the rich and the threats are vast.