Worship Like Men Poem by Naveed Akram

Worship Like Men



The dust is like the manhood of Generals,
The lightning sprinkles its mayhem on me
Within the bodies of disorders that fool me.
The dirt is like a Friday of the era,
Errors are committed by the young devils
On this day of commitment and severities.
But then worshippers ignite love in their hearts,
These muscles smash the breasts of the demons
Into the walls of ignition.
A dusty corridor is looming largely,
Within the shadows is matrimony
Inside the whirling zone of high treason.

But the dust is the dust under the traitors’
Feet, launching at dancers of evil creation,
Their creaturely ways astound the passing
Criminals of higher disorders and rent.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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