Sword Spoke Poem by Naveed Akram

The embowered sword spoke,
The sword made words out to the audience;
With parched lips, the spoken language
Then affected us in a way known to mankind
As nerves of a stripling, the acts of ever.
Some of us die,
Some add the dice and throw.

Lips smack and search for lips,
They lighten the load off the backs,
Understanding them in terms of profit,
Seeing just so hard.

Upheavals of language reply to sound,
Hearing us well and clearly,
Killing and keeping the striplings.
The young strove to the touch of lessons,
Yes, in a Sunday they dined.