Animal Men Poem by Naveed Akram

Animal men do think a dangerous weapon is kind,
And fortunate songs are written due to states
Inside a few mirrors, noses are pinned to smell.
The smell of a finger is like guests,
And eating may concern you further with disgust.
My mirror is made going to, my animal man
Is in his mirror, and why does this action be learnt?
Learning a real intelligent manliness
Has sprinted our action and reflected our thoughts
In the mirrors that display hard facts about gods
Of the world. Of a success is the man who abstains
From animal acts, each of them are bright yet harm is in their sight
And felt by the fingers.
Each harmful man is some kind of animal,
And the mad are those who can be not sane.