Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,194 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Mother-City - Poem by Naveed Akram

I sped along the road to a mother-city,
To call her the one to be moments before birth,
As death revolved around the centre of health.
See me after one man destines,
Who does speed lovely ways?
They have murdered a ghost of sanity,
A frightful gaze has arisen from the west and east,
Southern kingdoms are northern kings
That have migrated for the benefit of the people.

I sped like these afflictions of the heart,
Inside each heart is a flavour to burst
So that tongues and wings join like effects ill.
I sped and saw the honesty of people,
How strange the velocity of a verse.
My stranger is about to release a brother,
From his numberless neurones.
The south and the north will join,
And the attack is subsequent.
I sped like the opening chargers of war,
Eve of war was a wasted ending to joy.

Topic(s) of this poem: city


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