New Tree Poem by Naveed Akram

A new tree tramples on your knee,
A reality has surpassed my sentence;
With electric glow the punishment
Agrees with the greatest number.
A new fiddle is in store for the bold
Who barter and breed, who say and
Serve, who foster and foil, who devil
And deploy; this time, be of those who
Display their great souls with steadfastness.
The new and broken are smooth like
The waves of everlasting bliss,
A tree must defend best the isle,
A tree is a treatment to those with eyes.

When you see a historic man
See his angelic character, then read
The wept pages with a blush in sides,
Those roasted are in brutal manner.
When you master the slave and see him
Stir with hoses and water, the garden
Erupts and blissfuly guards, bleeding
With water from the roots, suppressing
The tears of a wasted region.
I have time for the garden this while,
Winter will whiten, and snows will slow.

My defenders are outside, fixing a snowy
Evening with blushing and bruising thunder.
I have seen an end to the logic,
Lurking with loathing entrails,
Feeding the bags of burden and blessing.
Where are men who hear the blessing?
The defenders are tagged along,
Their stay is welcome due to old age.