On The Front And Left Poem by Naveed Akram

On the front and left we were still very drowsy,
Condemning other men together and forever.
Hastening to say, we caught and fought the devil,
Didn’t we fight the demons and impostors?
Don’t ever whip a fiendish soul that burdens the
Truthful men, the liars have fought over territory!
A scary man was stern at this speech,
This speaker of sorts was a spoken laziness.
His art was of the whip, of his effort a dying hand
Seemed to clutch and despair too strongly.

If we fight the devil, the demon loses,
He looked behind the valour of all men,
He saw a stern foe forcibly clinging to simplicity.
This simple life was a camp of the made attempts,
A prison for the authorities of the bad weather.