Men Of War Poem by Naveed Akram

The men have routed for the time is at an end,
Life is like the bird of heaven, giving bravery to us all.

The war is a wren, the battles are a crow, some of us tell,
Some of us inquire fully like doctors of the soul.

We are straightforward, we are meaningless, like light
Travelling in straight fashion, never wavering and never stopping.

Our word is our chemical, the neck of war, the innocent mind,
So generals surrender to souls in the distance, those riders.

My complaints are my defence, my problems are my solutions,
If I were a man then solutions and problems would never cease.

If the women of this world have participated in struggles, then clap
Your hands to frighten the hearts, to condition the men of struggle.

Winter's chill is an immobile cost, an immense wall of the war,
This armistice is the lord of the laws and fashionable kingdom.