The Real Men
A real man,
Who draws his breath from life itself,
Meets another man; both are wildly clad,
Looking around for wealth.
Business sounds like music,
For both are wildly clad,
Life rings with mirth and joy,
As musical syndromes fill the air.
They chatter with delight,
With never ending music,
Beneath them are their henchmen
That are trampled by their song.
For real men, what are they thinking?
The song to sing is delightful
But short-living, as the henchmen
Are taken all-of-a-sudden.
Much is to please, for these really real men,
Who leap from the ground
With their riches and sound
Yet laws are retorted by them.
And so the songs are replayed
In the form of drama,
But no one attends the play
That they have erected for the show.
poem by Naveed Akram
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