Map Of This World Poem by Naveed Akram

A map of the world unfurls like a scroll,
Forwards they march into the landscape
That scatters with its levers and bows,
Its bowels and valleys of gold,
Its devastation and oblivion,
The carnage and waste, of a time
That staggers at the immensity.

My map is of the world in union,
Years have won their pride as a cloth
Worn to the brim, worn to the trim,
Liking a spread wing with another swim,
This orderly arrangement is tantamount
To sin folding with sin and more hurt,
Living within the boldness of life.

My innocence is sold to those with prices
Too crafty and collapsed, tainted by hues
Of the real slaves who sin and relish;
A staggering time is upon the integers,
Natural life will nullify the obscure night,
And natural life opposes my tooth
Like a bleeding tense muscle.