Dismay And Honour Poem by Naveed Akram
Dismay And Honour
With themselves the elves speak strange speech,
When dwarves discovered are true mountains,
True holes make volcanoes of gold and beach,
These are safer for the five dwellings of badmintons.
My elf causes his dwarf to reconsider
The basics of language and oration,
While we work as humans, huddled as the ridder
Of weapons, dismaying fine gentry-narration.
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