Gods Of Matter Poem by Naveed Akram

Looking for gods is like looking for orators,
Poets fashion their hands along the times
Of orations guiding their path, feeding the hungry,
Drinking more than necessary water,
Ingesting the vitamins and minerals.

Look at those that let a being murmur and repose,
Its world is accusing us further,
As the care and dread of an age is required
To be judged by the not-so-literate.
Orators fix their glare on an united being,
Fully integrated with systems of united beings.
Why does the beholder express a liking?

A liking may be the drinker, but what is the matter?
Judged by a joiner, little criminals must be hauled along,
Judging is judging and mastering is mastering,
Like the intellectual court, swinging words of decision.