Our House Is Safe Poem by Naveed Akram

I thought not. All the men who conceived a philosophy
Would think it was not true.
What? That houses and homes are in safety,
And so much that we are residents in safety.
No burgle or lift of products can upset the miles of chairs
In which we rest.
We have had too much to drink,
Surely an action of archery is at large,
When aims are taken at a house,
And we are in safety.
The home is death for a dangerous man,
But we are in tranquillity, in security,
Just like Goliath is when shot at
But not when helped.
Our house is our gift from God,
He alone is to remedy our task for the future.