The Liar-General Poem by Naveed Akram

I had dropped my purse in the cursed direction,
This gnarled me with great dexterity and joy.
For my person beside me screams and entertains
As well, like the hideous and penniless ones.

Beneath the threatening display is a bar of drinks
That his lips swallow and that hide the hard heart;
My two hands thrust down and my arms are escaping,
Little are the deaths of the forsaken men and women.

Like a dog and a cat in danger from themselves,
This enemy army has engaged with another jet
Of troops that stun the amazing colors at your
Own mirror-images, living a lie and liking a death.

I have seen seven heads and seven hearts
From the ground on which they lie,
Corpses and collections astound the performers
One matched with the lies of a liar and general leader.