Mud Of Anger - Poem by Naveed Akram
Too much anger is mud,
Facing the match of hatred against good.
The football season has begun with issues
Of peace and war, the very stable united statement.
Too much has happened to death,
Faces are turned towards an end
That resides in unhappiness
Of a late hour.
The war reaches the ball
Kicked valiantly by the soldiers
Who bring war to the warlike
And the infirm have now existed.
Too much anger is believable,
But so much was the regard.
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