Public Poem by Naveed Akram

These fallen angels work miracles afterwards,
Commending the public views and opinions,
They exaggerate and play on the tongue
Like the small men and all of the golden trances.

My fashionable companions result in more views
To be given a picture of perfection, always again.
This religious war has masked the real war,
One fights botheration and its triumph again.

These fallen men offer their valuable sums of money
To see the triumphs of the day they wear,
The clothes on the wall are fit for humans,
The fellowship they grandly admire must perish.

I see larger men in the bigger rituals,
But they fail with light on the sparkle,
These big men have finished the bigger task
Of joining with the public escapes.