The Finishing Line Poem by Naveed Akram

In all respects a dozing orc is a wanted creature
By the villains who are knights of the highest order;
They cross rivers like the crossing of ice and fire,
Lava pours in and alters the messages of higher men.
The sleep of people who divinely inspire is sounding
Like human help, little in the way of water and ice.
The finish is further, to put in bold letters,
And the finishing line must be cherished like a food.
The dozing orcs go wandering like mosses and stones
In the green fields of this natural world and landscape.
The environment needs treatment of the guests,
The world feels enlightenment of the higher disorders.