Flesh
Flesh after the bones is sweet,
Refreshing can be tasting it,
Goal of a righteous cannibal,
A freedom has entered him of late.
He is angered by race and degree of heat,
And this his health has provided
To live among the cannibals
Of recent times.
Flesh has a core and a push,
One of them is you,
And the cannibal does know,
And they like a rewarding gathering of talk,
As I guarantee a loving language
To give to a carnivore.
poem by Naveed Akram
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