My Might Poem by Naveed Akram

Before the dawn, there was a war,
Each war was fought like this; a stranger twist
To the good old lie, spun by the one who wins.

Before my mighty strength had cause for deceit,
A warrior grew up, jaundice attacked, as flu
Crept, and maimed his spirits while in action.

My morning was fought by the brave, my generals
Were afoot, mounted on their steeds, a war was a stage
Too far to worth ease, a difficulty was on the horizon.

My evening was my dinner-time, a comfortable time,
Of war and battalions fighting the thick fog,
Fused with living agony, fighting the proud part.