A Kick

A kick is too glamourous, forming punches
In the air, as their combat spells and abolishes.
How does one force cancellation?
An odious disaster shall bring deactivation.
The left and right hands are legs as well,
To actually brighten and deaden to tell.
I kick in this oxygenated air to turn us into warriors,
We shall bring victory to massive armies - no deserters.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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