Mad Substance Poem by Naveed Akram

Water is the mad substance of our light years,
Feel the lifenow that the soldiers are defunct.
Wars and battles dismember proud men and women,
Their bite is a courageous throw of dice, forming death.

This is the real substance of our times in light years,
Wars will bring accusations of the mad men and women.
The strife of an age without water, is like the blood of right,
The blood of our hearts, the blood of our family.

Let mad be mad, let sane be sanity, it is the loss of our times,
For wars have raged on this soil and these soils forever.
Now the story is like the musical man of dread and periods
Covering sweetness and bitterness of the livelihood.

Water mingles with cells and disorders, like the accusers
And abolishers whose blood spills automatically and
Immediately, like the old adages of tongues forgotten,
Just as the seas form a bloodied wound of ruin and mud.