I Am He Whom I Purchase Poem by Naveed Akram

I am He whom I purchase with my coin,
This is slavery of the haunted mansion.
My muttering causes others to skin their
Victims, causing alarms of defence.
I am His arm and leg, I am the ghost of
A celebration, a thought of the wise in art.

When I crawl my walking is weighed by artists,
Heaven shines on, entering the big men of doubt.
My innocence is ceasing, evicting me from my home,
Like the ghosts who cause crime and be imprisoned.
It is the celebration, purchasing the coin, causing
Me to relax and weigh the reasons of deception.