I Say To Decimate Poem by Naveed Akram

I say goodness is to be sent away
So that we collect raindrops forty times.
This deep ocean is made with the spheres,
As the container collides and mixes with us.
My head has won the thinkers,
My heads are battered to the teeth,
My many, many heads are dead!

If death enters the scene,
I shall wave a hammer at it,
So that death collapses from me
To massacre or decimate.
Ten times the folly is spun and wheeled
At the innovators who lie
Beyond the horizon of love and doubt.

Let essence be won, let danger be done,
If soldiers must strike their habits are swung
Around to envelop the bare men
Who speak and utter warlike phrases
So beautifully.