Upon The Mountain Poem by Naveed Akram

Upon the mountain was steering animal of minor flesh,
It tasted of the forests, and plants were kingly and fresh.
Fixed and pained, these creatures leapt onto the moonscape,
Tilting the axis to risk the whole loving ritual, to reshape.
Kings were hidden under the sun, on this was blamed
All the fire and wind, to beasts it was what to have claimed.
Queens did claim a prize or throne of grace and station,
The same we conquer as animals or subjects of a nation.