The Fight For Freedom Poem by Naveed Akram

Freedom is in the land, four months ago,
We are weak and inferred ones, inferior
And superior, graceful and disgraceful.

I am waiting for the nights to shake from
The weight of the canopy called Heaven,
Throughout the land we have thought widely.

To destroy yourself is blatant and regardless,
The disbelief wreaks havoc among the populace
Of realities and kindness, strength and disunity.

The travel is sound like the waves of the round fight,
A war submerges us in thick soundless abysses,
Those very chasms we cheer and disobey.

The disgrace is certain, like the apple of Newton,
For the laws will change, and laws will force
Others to detract from peace and slaughter.

My ghost is stranger in thoughts, when the light
Beguiles your seeing from the seeing and the hearing,
Both of them you own with the soul of grace and unity.