Inside The Whale Poem by Naveed Akram

Inside The Whale



The poor gentry are ready,
For punishment and prize,
Reading and studying is their job,
And I am mad to the duty of God.
The smashing of stain-glassed windows
Makes me mad like meadows of cruelty,
Of the bishops I see secular activities.

The poor strong wine is at my brain,
Both measures support me,
I have sent my armies
And rode the waves smiling at me.
The archbishop is angry like waves
Of the miraculous kind.

We have been corrupted
And swallowed by a whale!

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Brian Jani 09 June 2014

Nailed this poem is amazing

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Naveed Akram

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