Fled Poem by Naveed Akram

You heard every word of that,
Granting us passage and annihilation,
With an interesting feeling to abide
In the hearts of the very deceased.
The undergrowth of thorny bushes
Pressed on us as we fled to someplace
Else. The feelings of the words empowered
Us to reject the feelings and words.
I hurried into the workshop
For more vehement insults,
Hearing nothing to return with volleys
And shrapnel that bit into our burning 
Flesh, inside and out.
Fire weighed on our torn bodies,
Filling the dangerous world.