Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Arrow of Hate
An animal is an arrow of hate for the smart,
This beast belongs to a loquacious friend,
His destructive powers are supreme,
He was a fortress of healing and word.
The animals of healing will convert through trouble,
Scrolling the pages of a computer,
Like a beast of humanity, of course,
Even though home is the human touch.
A torch is a stone of a weird man,
Stupid is the ache we put on,
Healing is a stupid art, of wonderful feeling,
This I know, and I have killed on.
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