Break Their Bones Poem by Naveed Akram

Break the skull of brothers and you die
Within yourself, driving the forces of evil
With souls of light, beleaguering the thieves
Of the dead, the yards of great graves.

Break the bones of warlike beings,
Control the collapsing cutlery, control their
Butchery, with targets of strong judges,
The statement of a great guilt will be with them.

Break all crowns of the kings you love and hate,
But their opals and gems concentrate
On your minds of silvery light, the waves are
Joining with mighty winds of the great graves.