Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Animal Spirits

They love all the secrets of animal spirits,
Launching a missile at them, like a bullet or three.
Afresh the missiles flow at a second quarry,
These project a dangerous blow to the spirit inside.
My question is simple to these beasts of menace:
Why do we hate each other a lot, like a good return is given?
This income is small, it smelt of hard work,
And the animals are attacking us, just attacking us!
They love these invisible thoughts of life,
The thoughts that matter to hunters and hunted.

Submitted: Sunday, December 27, 2009

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  • Romeo Della Valle (12/27/2009 2:49:00 PM)

    It is a great tragedy, that things like these, are still happening on this earth, when we all are the creation of God who only preaches love...well penned, keep it up! 10++++HAPPY NEW YEAR! (Report) Reply

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