Holy Sparks Poem by Naveed Akram

In the name of a god one forgets a riddle,
The sparks fly with fury and heat
Inside the damaged centers of life.
One king is conning another king,
With central authority and force.
One canes the other with flight at the air
That rumbles and shakes like a monument.
Let this be the holy emperors
And the holy priests that state their
Affiliations with respect.
One commands a bastion of learning
As the roaming clouds fetch us water.

One ball is caught in mid-flight,
One physicist remarks on the power of light
Inside the names that we hear,
Internal remedies of the nature of all.