A Prophet’s Zeal

The prophets are men of astonishing zeal,
Greatness reigns over their souls, so much meal.
Every prophet guarantees the result, the last day,
Professing special causes, leaning on shoulders.
Once war arises their brightness looms with divine light,
This action, this compulsion, and this pain, utters a sight.
Once they are seen, war erupts from the mountains too high,
And lava that is human flesh. Humans are troops, humans are!
When aid is given to the masses, prophets partake in conquest,
For their souls are no longer tested by the heads of government.

poem by Naveed Akram
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