Where There Are My Friends With Rainbows Poem by Akhtar Jawad

An ancient football match that started with a big bang,
the black hole was divided in so many good teams,
with fear of defeat and its consequences
with greed of victory and its benefits!
Every team had its own time.
Played well and won the match.
Some made their flags with a symbol of frightening animals
and some with the symbols of useful domestic animals,
some made sun and the moon and the stars on their flags.
The throne of imperialism needed a motivation for the fighting soldiers,
and declared cowards are the sinners
to be punished by the so called heavens.
The cowards are in fact the intelligent creatures!
The crown of imperialism made these symbols the gods,
with a belief of getting marvelous rewards in the heavens
where there is the immortal life.
When it became a firm belief
the imperialists rose as storms
and conquered the world.
The ancient light,
that is the unseen radiation,
father of energy,
and the mighty energy
the mother of the matter.
It left all of them at the mercy of cruel probability.
When matter was evolved in an intelligent life
it started looking for the creator,
and life found him it in the blind probability.
Sometime we make a lot of efforts still we fail.
Sometimes we don't make efforts still we succeed.
Probability is a fact
but who created it,
and who controls it,
or it's out of control,
may be, it's out of control,
but I would prefer to believe in someone,
who will one day handover the control of probability
in the hands of helpless humans
for an individual play,
The final football match is being played
between believers and non-believers.
The non-believers are leading by a solitary goal.
In the last moments of the match,
here comes a right out a flying horse,
he plays an individual game,
and instead of cross hitting the ball to the center,
he moves like a blitzkrieg dodger,
deceives the defenders,
deceives the goal keeper,
and hits the ball in the net.
It's a one-one draw
and the match will now be decided in the extra time.
But who can see an extra time.
Who knows even after the extra times,
the match will may be decided by penalty kicks
or the trophy is shared by the both teams,
so I leave the stadium as a supporter of the believers.
My sweetheart will be waiting for me
and for what?
What else it may be definitely love
and love is more important
than this purposeless dispute.
A non-believer if my friend is more handsome than anyone else.
Let me switch over from a poetic website to a social contacts website
where there are my unseen friends with rainbows.