I Am As Brave As Grave Poem by Aftab Alam

An angelic faced man
Delivering a sermon
One day to the innocent
Their kin were killed
By the recent terror attack

Words were gold and diamond
Dripping dream it was
Hands were
Lifted for charity

I stood and gathered courage
Asked politely
“Sir, you are an Angel on earth
Never seen a Priest like you
If ye permit me
To sprinkle few words
Than..”
Go ahead, ask,
What do you want to know?

Right sir,
Make a pardon

Go ahead, like an order he whispered
Sir, what kind of business do you have?
Oh! Very simple
I have Arms and ammunition factory

Words hit me like a bullet
Spiritually, I have been killed
Morally, I have been buried
I am as brave as grave