Playing With The Wolves Poem by Naveed Akram

The wolves are out to play when they desire,
This soul needs comfort to state the reign,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.

To revel and seek festivity is worthy of barbwire,
Inside the soul we house a strict after pain,
The wolves are out to play when they desire.

Strength and virtue are to be selected by the choir,
Workers are around us in actions to ascertain,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.

Strong men are never to think the exact attire,
That works well for people to attain,
The wolves are out to play when they desire.

Searching for attributes or names is so entire,
The walking and breathing of men is to abstain,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.

Versatile effects are reselling, reworking with hellfire,
Anything is in the production, in the campaign,
The wolves are out to play when they desire,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.