Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
One Of Those Dragged
One wight laughed its loudest one,
One titan stomped too far into lies,
Their feet were dragged by the teeth,
Opening their turrets like a dragging zone.
One wraith was passed far too swiftly,
A little lead soldier marched along the waters,
Fields had been dismayed with greens and blues,
Feelings had been cherished by the laws.
One of the highest forces acted lawfully
Due to the writhing of snakes and adders,
A mountainous region of the globe
Acted according to tastes of the plates.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.