To Be Words Of War Poem by Naveed Akram

To create a profession of being is like calling a home the house,
My life is full of comedy, full of tragedy, fulfilling ghostly precepts;
The book is a glamorous option for the dozens who ignore war,
When war has been, the heart wrestles with its future like iron ore.
To be radioactive I be the listener of woes and devices of the praised
Men, a volume of words and sentences creates full tension in the mind.
When war has been, my mind hurts as much as the body, for generals
Murder other generals, and their soldiers, fully and entirely out of wish.

To create a being we must be men, full of action, thoughts and patience,
Creating conflict to defend and aggress in the ways of the wonderful world.
This is the profession of war and the kindness of colonels and captains,
A war-like footman accuses the other side of massive harm and distress.
The fools of the show are the artisans and architects of praised monuments,
Quite derelict, quite stupid and lonely after art is demolished with disgust.
To create the bags of gold, is to be books of glory, to be a war-like being,
Like the authors of wisdom and learning, the founders of original thinking.