The Day Has A Light Poem by Naveed Akram

To wetness the day alights,
Towards the horizon of pain
Painting its face with grimace;
As the night outstrips the day
The glimmer of hope is not erased
For the actions of the forefathers.
Switching to the devastation of the day
Is like a night of entrails and sewage,
Opening the doors to plight.
A hellish brew has been mashed
With pride, as the Earth
Revolves around us all
As we speak in ways of the moon.
To wetness we have achieved the satellite
So occurring in plight, so barren like bait.
We offer our praise to pills and pillars
Of this late hour that mutters a politeness.
The moons always enjoy the right
Of their families, to revolve and evolve
In ways of righteousness.