News Poem by Naveed Akram

The books have us in the binding,
Powerful pages resound in the waters;
A clever trick is employed by the wise,
Ghosts of strength dabble with the mind.

The books are volumes so bright,
Force shall embark on a quest;
The middle of the street is a foreign element,
Litter stains the streets like a silver jubilee.

Like us when we strive towards other islands,
Of nations and tribes we know of and about;
The knowledge is about, the knowledge has arrived
Of a type called News, the simplest routine.