Burning Pain Poem by Naveed Akram

For me a helping hand to halve the pain,
The finger footed lovely creatures are at war
With fears and woes that scare a crawling crowd.
They have come in a time of need, frail and fair
Is their shadow of time.
Blisters evolve from the heavy plunder,
Those masked with kindness on their faces
Implore sure evil and headlong tragedy.
Old, mad, and breaking are hearts so sick
That helicopters arouse the sky as they vent
The anger of human nature.
For those with helping hands and feet
Sing then on the calves that matter with thighs.
So tight are waists that blood has spilled,
Further are the sins that one encounters amid
The burning wreckage.