Deluded Duty Poem by Naveed Akram

The roses depart with delusions of grandeur,
Theirs is the offering from the sacrificial men,
Those thieves have disembarked, looted.

I cause the crucifixion, I cause the headstrong
Wars to annihilate a thief who denies,
So safe measures come in place.

Mosaics deter the strategies of a defence,
They are so beautiful with rage
That quietness appears on this list.

The rose of the valley is a single important
One rose of such decapitated character,
That cadavers shiver and wage war.

He is the one, not me, who delivers a duty,
To the peace of this earthy belonging,
This sign of the hatred and love of humans.