A Worker Poem by Naveed Akram

A Worker



A worker is parading his wars,
Effort has been dissolved into juice,
As the love of a century has worn thin,
A worker is about with business.
A worker designs a task of majesty,
His paper is wearing ink and pink stains
Undergoing inspection, a dereliction
Is about called paper.
One works headlong into the script,
Writers or workers deceive the populace
With scripture as the might of a day is
Upon the earth that sizzles under the sun.

My effort is an affront to the human race,
Opening wars to the forefront of imagination.
One dreams a six-day week of work
And the imagination has run thin,
Working the grim news of a tomorrow in sin.

Friday, March 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse,work
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 29 March 2015

My effort is an affront to the human race, Opening wars to the forefront of imagination. Carry on bro. Loved reading it

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Naveed Akram

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