Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
In Our Blood
With some people burning and some concerning,
The fires of humankind are far out at sea;
For the water rushes through the seas,
Littler fishes swim towards their waves of contentment.
The churning and the governing is far,
For to earn me a river is easy,
And solidly surviving shall be hard,
And spurning the fish is like rejecting
Their tastes, of the iron in our blood.
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