Careless Time Poem by Naveed Akram

Careless walking upsets the dress of time,
Poems of good deaths are poems of illness;
Lucky weapons are poor and popular
Letting the finder of bullet-crime be absolved.
The bullets piercing the air with terror of tightening
Muscles collide with a better man who lusts for
Others who confer with one another.

Here a master of the house enters the metres,
Exciting a caring man who is in warm embrace.

I found a cherry of the sort you find in places,
Squeezed it with authority of needles,
So that the message alerted the masses.