To Eat Some Admiration Poem by Naveed Akram

To eat away at souls, we recede into darkness;
To conceive thoughts primitive, we must deceive others.
We are told the philosophers of our own time,
The best part is a strict joy from strict woe.
To contrive a meaning is too patriotic,
For the whole country is then in admiration.
Unpredictable manometers seem talented,
But the tetrameters can be artistic since we play
Along the menu of food and drink.
To consume like onlookers is to be a soul,
Created by the rich god, or the poor souls.
We seem to betray the whole ghosts,
But they haunt us with their primary characteristics.
The whole neighbourhood wants to know,
We ought to call police and destroyers for a price.
So philosophy has saved us, when bliss is precious,
Where the will has spoken, and the words become horrors.