Striding With Staff Poem by Naveed Akram

So I picked up my staff of striding luck,
When I was appalled by the eastern winds;
I was sent to arrest this pest of scoundrels,
The initiative was mine and I struck the bald head
With vigour and rigour, liking to stamp with blood
In mind and heart, keeping an eye on soldiers of
The marching.

I hoped he would behave well in the house
Called the grave of his comfort,
According to the spirit of the stars behind the
Black clouds, numbering many.
I have seen this emperor of the world
With his hat on the head,
Helmets absent and drawn.

I congratulated the gods for their vehemence,
Learning the ways of humankind,
But I forbade the sinning and the goodness,
Putting fear into hearts sinking
Into mud.