Seas Of Living Beings Poem by Naveed Akram

Seas of blood have amassed from the flesh of living beings,
Their donations have died when they have lived,
And their desires are like the solidity of the towers at night.
My diseases are only viruses, illnesses and destroyers,
Forsaking me with their tongues, jealousies and larceny,
I have too many ailments to count, too many that define.

Oceans of evenings collaborate to master the few
Who reside in the mornings, soldiers of fortune
Are dying in their lives, like the butter and wine
Spilling the wastes of the flesh, the innocent ongoing trade.
Seas of milk are replacing the offending men who collapse
Too wildly in their endeavours of alacrity.