Only Money Is Good Poem by Naveed Akram

Only Money Is Good



Looking into the flask we dine and cheer on,
Like dominoes falling in unison, falling endlessly.
The richer air forgives the soul as it sparkles and sprinkles,
Forming real avenues of thinkers who are muter than before.

Looking into the eyes of a destroyer, we watch the diamonds
Displayed by the retinue of gods who dislike warfare.
It is their ill-health we ascertain and require for further deluges,
The rich fall as men in action, the rich fall deeply into hiss.

This time looking is towards the frozen images of an imagination,
One ruby can rob your heart of red heat, offering one blood
That overtakes the blood of the mind, of the scary brain,
Take the dose of evil once your dosage is larger with gold.

My evil man is not an evil woman, for her strong heart loosens
The hearts of a magnitude, and of a virtual cloud of rain.
The fight is on, combat of the wealth is made of a reality
That death can never resolve, for the dying men answer their call.

Sunday, November 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: wealth
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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