The Tribal Leader Poem by Naveed Akram

He shivered looking at the tribal leader,
Taking off the statues of this day he led,
Like one of the bold men who died again,
Littler than the beasts devouring him.

He shoved his glove into the head and hand,
Striking was the habit that had been custom,
Yet to leap at his sword was sacrosanct,
Liking the burden of the land animals.

To clear away the screeching sounds
Invited more beasts to bray and burn
Under the sun, or that same star felt ashamed
Of all the burning scent, this belabouring whole.

The flowers of the glittering sky
Felt the fire of the night that enlightened
Too many birds to sleep, as the land
Had awoken from belief too strong.

The tribes arrived in a disintegrating
Fashion or so their attire showed the way
That was esteem, so much folly was
Apparent in this distant land of leaders.