Weak Or Strong? Poem by Naveed Akram

Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.

The souls align to the mages
And the mages corner the priests,
We all pray for our flesh
To be consumed by precious light.

Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.

The magic of amusements
Is amusement, so that we deserve
The flesh of a career or river,
One can swim in it forever
If the fins carry us further.

We are not selfish or busy
In our endeavours
Until the life dissolves
As though life has been 
A mortuary for the strong, the weak
Or the lame.