Martian Bodies Poem by Naveed Akram

A megaphone blared for the martians,
Martians and more martian bodies collected
Their staring ways to the starry black night.
My bloodied noise was a nose for the telling
Of death that darkened the daily joy.
My megastore ran to the fore and melted
While boiling to knees of gold.
Unimpressed, the signal left a light behind,
An upstairs window formed a stain
Of the stress residing in the evening time.

A fierce protest converted a quaint man
Who enlivened the mood of the city this night.
A migrant was appearing to descend on this
Sorry, starry night of dreams that folded inside.
A voice of words and speech caused us to
Disagree, with the Martian telling its story
On the wrong footing, onto the strong disdain.
I would join the bloodied noise, this proletariat
Ignored me forever when the time had ended
In the wake of an achy sign, so lovely a sign.