Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Armies Of Ghosts
Commotion is stronger to feel when near,
The agitating sphere crazes us when to adorn.
Censure must be made of the despicable,
A funeral has appeared openly for those back.
The jar of silver is of the rich and famous,
Wine shall be drunk and make your feelings strong,
Wine shall inhibit the reactions of silver.
More commotion results as a funeral, a burial,
A beautiful observation makes its point.
Fear and panic resumes in the house of horror,
When motionless speakers are the ghosts of the buried.
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