Acrobat Of Bonaparte Poem by Naveed Akram

Acrobat Of Bonaparte



An acrobat creates a love too long,
The aristocrat believes in some awful wrong,
But where are the buzzards of the age?
These dreamers defend the tasks to engage.
My loves have grown out of fashion,
To be my strength requires compassion.
The real dinner finds me at the heart,
Strategy stems from the awe of Napoleon Bonaparte.
One departs after the athletes have departed,
Those maps have seen where ships started.

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Naveed Akram

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