Godless Men Poem by Naveed Akram

A foreign godless man is clear in his entrails,
He clothes himself with respect of history and customs.
A bone inserts a message of a massage,
One nationality is too many, for me.

I thank him for coming, for leaving, for staying,
This much is true.

A godly person awaits the destruction of this world,
It clothes itself with the entrances of the crust.

A friendless man is like thieving porcupines,
Taking your feeling everywhere you rest,
When the spines conspire like trees and roots.

The man who is of knowledge aborts the play,
A nation abstractly disappears, in this writing of crafts.
Affections are raised eternally,
Like a friendly man of the highest station.

Letters of airplanes drift down slowly,
To see you toy with the bodies of distinction.