The Sun Is Our Lamp Poem by Naveed Akram

The sun knows always the way to enlighten and defend,
For its sisters are larger then the stars of the night and day.
The plans from the orbit are despised and condemned by all,
Bread is eaten from the plate, but food does not search for stars.

It feeds us, the star feeds us in thirst and hunger, like all of this time,
Butter is melting as foam is digested from afar and near, like the bread.
The sooner we roam among the onlookers, a reckoning is adjusted by
Men whose actions are of mice, of mice that dice with death on this planet.

The food of the stars is great and glorious like the heat energy of day,
When light shines forth from the heavens and denies the rights of the night.
The sun is against all followers of the time we gathered around the hearth,
With expert seconds and minutes, to discuss the food we eat and feed.