Raid And Be Poem by Naveed Akram

I keep an eternal being with my bread,
Eaten and digested by the young and ready.
Raiding the library requires a felony
To oust the victims of our blood.
We keep an easy window, after the praise,
Howling as the fowl can,
Lulling the lusty rivers of dungeons.
My keeping with religion is a factor from space,
Yet the bees are out to deliver their fear
And the reality shall beam on the smiling faces.
Those splendid and wondering ones shine
In the sun heat to follow,
Then the senses of the wind are narrow,
Lifting the stares of the midwinter.
Let their spread of action be of butter
On the toast of hell that serves heaven.