We Have Become Poem by Naveed Akram

We became the river of the veins, a servant of distress, who winks,
Liking the sending of a message, which runs into the heart and cavity.
Our reason was clear from the outset, leaving us feeling the care of high,
Forces bled into a straight and narrow highway, forming tears in the eyes.

We had beginnings, and endings, forcing us to philosophise, like a train,
When men stood tall, inside the preacher's word, working a blasphemous
Try, a heresy of the food and drink, with little to afford but meat and ale;
Such was folly and triumph in virtues of the deliberate fame or voice.

We became a messenger of the words coming from another room this time,
Clocks thought their riddles and collages, with mosaic floor, deterred legs.
We are the middle of sentences devouring other phrases and forcing the words
Of a day so ruined, that last hours seem fraught with pity, as much as pity itself.

We are the being of times connecting to rhymes of words too far-fetched,
The finishing of trials exists to join us in holier paths to be enjoyed.
We are beings of a spirit shining in splendid wrath, denouncing the sloth
Of a thousand species, as birds and cattle make a path to the ever-blissful.