A Just State

Force us into abidance, in a just state,
So then peace reigns at the night of the day.
Sustain the godly tongue of doom,
It injures a mighty swordsman.
His weapon shivered as silver, the hilt,
The blade and everything is like a soldier.
Bold automatically, the knight of glamour
Is not brand new in vigour, a latecomer.
The wars of success are attributed failure
When knights solve their worst crimes.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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