It Is War Poem by Naveed Akram

Dismount your horse when riding is no option,
Create the gain to blame us of righteous action.
Troops gather their steeds in heavenly waters,
These sailors are the crew or staff with zeal.
It is like the lips that speak and resonate a word,
It is like the language of concealment, of words.
These days my right is yours and only yours!
In this prison my word betters the distinction,
In this wizardry is the unlocking of human nature.
To call this justice is as though the trees have
Whistled in the wind and bestowed their grace
By wilting their leaves and letting their stay on
Grounds far too wilder than the landscape of here.
Mount now your horse and whine like a proper horse,
Since you ride a rare breed and it is war!