Once Collected Poem by Naveed Akram

Once on a frosty Monday in December
Eloquent tongues collected and dismayed
The population so that they were glad and bald,
Vicious and sad, with rage as the main tool.
A wrathful leader gathers gates swinging
Like battlements under fire, the castles angrily decline
A little sadness.
My war is your war, with as much happy aggression.
The monsters of the deep darkness concentrate
Artfully, with these woes words spoke
For themselves, leaving wide gaps in thought.

On this frosty Tuesday, a little tangle
Came about, the kicking in the dirt,
Viciously under fire or round shapes,
These realties spoke great wonders.