Squabbles Poem by Naveed Akram

A squabbling squawking genius has arisen,
Biting the buying and selling the swine;
My habits have disappeared from the time
I hated the issue and loved the assault.

Breath and movement was spending its cash,
Inciting evil and doing employment,
But the reality has smiled from the acts I complete,
Kin and fellows smile back at me.

When they come back from the stars
I will help, my progeny will help
As the stars are aligned to the waist
And the planets revolve around the space
That lifts me higher and higher
Forcing me to ignite the clue of tragedy.