Many Wands Poem by Naveed Akram

Many play with wands and dazzle the dreamers,
Pain amasses to beleaguer the masses, the tonnes;
But material worlds collect drops of oil and water,
To this end matters close, like the judgement.
Since time has emptied the beliefs of the vanquished,
We stride along footpaths, we march along the avenues.
My names strike into the hearts of the greatest people,
A numberless crew that survive on the winds of change.