Cruel Sky Poem by Naveed Akram

Cruel people awake in the middle of the night,
Excuses are proclaimed for the loss of life,
As so many ideas are raised by the thinkers
Who are ancient, old as rain and new as snow.
Their wings are like the weather, like the snow
That builds with so much authority, administration.

They say to cruel people how they wither like leaves
In the storm of the night, as attacks are carried out,
As snow has fallen by the decades, and little people
Cry out for safety, for their leaders to think of those in fear.
They absolutely condemn this violence, and the absence
Of peace is immense. It is in accordance with anarchy, this day.

Of this anarchy is an accident that forces us death,
How do soldiers of war respond to the cruelty?
The death is slow and narrow, it varied from soldier
To soldier. I gather
The soldiers like a thinker, a business man, or general
And release the burden from the sky
To let snow congratulate our victory.