Energies Poem by Naveed Akram

Energies are wasted now that you reside in stupor,
The fixed states empty us into the void,
Where we crash and sting with enragement of sin,
Those guilty of crimes adorn the horizons with blood,
The same blood is the same wine of the cherished kind.
Why is blood so high and mighty?
Where was the innocence of a day to chance?
My survived self is a wonderful place to dine,
Forming the lurid thoughts of a wonder to contrive
A world peace inside my heart, that very same
Ample divide, the amplified regard and post
So won and gained.