Prisons Of Blood Poem by Naveed Akram

The prison of the sands stands still,
Its drum beats to broken beauty,
The thumbs of unity are with fingers
On hands of justice, the sentences of
Adjustment contribute to the masses.

One sand-castle is one mansion,
A year strives like the year instead,
Horses are rifles, swords are hands,
But unique burdens are the brothers,
Sisters and all the higher family.

The prisoners of stone ship their contents,
Like monsters of the devilish ocean,
Gardeners of their crime, in the fear
Of life that is death, always their death
If fear is enjoying fierce battles of blood.