Screaming Toys Poem by Naveed Akram

They toy with wars enough to scream,
These wars devastate me at best;
One weird one is speaking to me at length,
Diving in to my weird brain like today.

They are the toys of our role,
Roll on, and roll on,
Far away the tragedy lingers,
But this man is the astronomer of us
Who spies on the ground and air.

I have so many toys now that you
Are gone.
I have too much to learn from you,
These seeds carry me away
Like the breezes on your land.

My toys shall be caressed
Now that you visit us
With your glare, that enjoys all,
But what is to do?
Our lungs need oxygen and I am certain.