The Podium
Hear me aliens! How well do you speak?
I guarantee the satisfaction of a blood.
Ready the pit! We hurl spears with the cheek,
I cheer men in the hall illuminated.
To share the podium, I conceal the leader,
And with a cheer I pray and cast it aside;
They sneer and blindly follow the feeder,
Like a goblin or hobgoblin of genocide.
Their exile speaks well for the remainder,
The years of eternity are bespeaking,
A mansion of the mountain needs however,
Hear these debtors and their creaking.
poem by Naveed Akram
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