Nomad Poem by Naveed Akram

My legs are sand, my legs are sand,
Fulfilling the land which is desert and sound
Of heat waves, sounds so glorious above.
My hands are my feet, and my eyes shine
Like the glaring, glowing sun, fetching
Water from sandy valleys, where no water
Exists.
My legs are full of heat, hands clip those fortunes
Embedded in pure weather,
My hands are my speech, their glaring strength
Murders the oppressed in this land.
My food is jeered at, my joys strongly matter,
Mattresses are like the ocean and the crust.