Peaceful Wrath Poem by Naveed Akram

From peace is wrath that rattles like a viper,
From love is the hellish pain of absurdity and heights.
What is this evil in the middle of the busy city?
Why do we quarrel and fight over nothing that glistens?
The rights of angered soldiers surmount rights of humanity,
Their rights gorgeously involve the other side of the city.

Laughing and rejoicing, we dissolve and melt in molten lead,
Then molten zinc is poured forth like a liquid of drink.
The peace of a thousand years jumps and jostles like agony,
Those with a head of hurt are martyred today due to illness.
My marauding is my mighty sword, many have been hewed,
This is ‘battle-singer' and this is my dissolver and melter.

From war is peace, and from peace is war, we dissolve into pieces,
Fastening nails, extracting wisdom and consulting treaties of nations.
This is a war of words, a war lasting for a thousand years, like butter
And bread, as much as the fountain of mercy, inside the mountain.
A huge one to traverse, a huge one to destroy and ‘battle-sing', to hew
Like a mighty tree of solid stone, it is my baby of rights and joys from years.