Trade: From Concrete To Abstract Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda

Yes, what a development!
We were at dens then
Oh, the storm, the snakes, the rain?
The roaring lions, the wolves?
My blood chills.

I feel proud, the time, we have roofs

With Airy, warmy flats to twin towers.


Naked not, we were tree's hide, grasses's stripe
Next we torebeasts 'body cover
Now proud to have clothes long or little.

We ate the leaves, the raw meat and fruits wild
We shared the meals with beasts and struggled
We are proud to have fat farm houses and Cadbury.

Now we thought of the abstract, the spiritual
Yes, we had envy, we had violence, had proud
So go forward and trade on these.

We are proud of guns our of uneven stones
We have tanks out of horses or elephants
We have drone out of feared spies
We are mutual traders of dangers, envies
We are enlarging the world's trade from...