An Abacus Poem by Naveed Akram

Those cowards are bright and joyous about life,
What living is agreed upon by the brave and afterlife?
These computers bespeak higher virtues than an imagination
With a hold on hell and devastating with an abbreviation.
These gadgets abolish the language of thoughts and design,
The blackness of screens is white, and the colour is to align.
We’ll wisely put our message in, in sacred times with cowardice
And we’ll wait forever with evil and also good to be like an abacus.