Lies And More Lies Poem by Naveed Akram

Cruel fashion still does lie, on concrete ground,
He made a gesture of the ones you make
To children of the helping sort, they ache
Like sore caresses of action around.
To stand by this makes worry still astound,
The lie was seldom found in this backache;
But why does one of us still lie awake
When others take the bigger battleground?

I saw this lie with all my sight and mind,
It stared in gulps across the ocean and sky,
The weird and wonderful sigh over me.
Deceit, why live within this world behind
To hide a sentence or to amplify
The meaning of the evil tongue you see?