Every Eye Poem by Naveed Akram

Every eye shall have a taste of life,
All beings become priests and clerics.
But where is the academy? What is the price?
To pay is to design a life of your own,
Completing the moment and movement.
Where are the clerics who administer their spells
From sages and counts?

Every eye has sweetness mingled within it,
The heart complains no longer for the classical
Idea, the head is swayed by words of a day,
Then fright is witnessed by some who envision
Perfect purity, like a wealthy man or innocent boy.
The slaves have arrived, to vehemently oppose
The masters who practise philosophy.

Every eye shall have a day when the night comes
At last, feeding the world with but one recipe,
The recipe of hate. It is hate within the heart that
Stirs and skirts the balcony, when pears and roses
Are tossed into the hour of the garden.
Hate shall vanquish once more, into clouds of love
As the enemy is the foe, and sweet scents blow their way
To kingdoms of the eye.