The Slaughter Poem by Naveed Akram

The Slaughter



Towards the end of time,
My slaughter worked to unite
The peaceful nations.

I have to shave the beards of rational men,
Underneath the trees of fruit,
To beam on the loud voices.

This time my work never fell
Into ruins, the punishment arrived
And bought the goods of eternity.

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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