The Watchman Poem by Naveed Akram

The Watchman



The watchman is overseeing the god-like images,
Inverted pictures are hailing their hands and figures,
Supposed statues enjoy privileged excuses from the saluters
Who see the men of arts and aesthetics so alarming.

The watchmen seek the over-cowardly forces of nature,
Truth has happened on the stalks so swearing and hurting,
These flowers are the sole benefactors of the stalks
Like stars above in the heavens, so shimmering.

The gods and goddesses have not befriended others of kind,
Generous awesome men or standard-bearers falsely swear
To the hats of deceit, the truth of the worlds is above in
The stars so shimmering, like their souls and minds.

Overseeing the god-like images or sculptures is a form of work
Into a ritual or spiritual journey, the opposing forces hack
At the resurrected beings, music accompanies my creation
As the watchman of the galaxies dances, and not protects.

Friday, October 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: picture,watching
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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