Maniacal Poem by Naveed Akram

It were maniacs swearing in the dark,
Difficult acts were launched, feeding the apples
In the throats, nudging them with knees
And words through them.

They adjusted their eyes for once,
Blood dripped like fat from their knuckles
As beating hearts spilled their fountains
For all the heretics among them.

It were maniacs in the dust,
Food of a homicide, inner specks of dust
Were born to subdue and produce,
What a bloody fight for them!