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Friday, March 27, 2015

A Worker

A worker is parading his wars,
Effort has been dissolved into juice,
As the love of a century has worn thin,
A worker is about with business.
A worker designs a task of majesty,
His paper is wearing ink and pink stains
Undergoing inspection, a dereliction
Is about called paper.
One works headlong into the script,
Writers or workers deceive the populace
With scripture as the might of a day is
Upon the earth that sizzles under the sun.

My effort is an affront to the human race,
Opening wars to the forefront of imagination.
One dreams a six-day week of work
And the imagination has run thin,
Working the grim news of a tomorrow in sin.
Naveed Akram
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse,work
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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 29 March 2015
My effort is an affront to the human race, Opening wars to the forefront of imagination. Carry on bro. Loved reading it
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