In Essence - Poem by Naveed Akram
Rapid essence is secret weapon for the rich and famous,
Yet their doing is definite in the eyes of most,
In the rising of guilt and gunnery.
For when bullets are fired in one rapid answer
To the fallen man who resents the very essence,
Then the falling is reason for discontent.
I said the seeing is again done with the futilty,
And the man or woman shall evade all utility,
Will they not destroy their benefits, in essence?
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