Age of Treason

The age of treason keeps me wide awake,
Then dangers mind my soul forcibly,
I carry myself forward with backache,
To find the goals are the ability.
This time my sentences deplore a case,
Towards the phrase I catch a key tonight,
Yet words will drive a wedge in my airspace,
The wonderful shall bring someone alight.

The rights of dedication shiver now,
Might my solutions sting and deliver;
You matter to the one who will allow
The monks to pray against their abhorrer.
The age of treason shines from this evil,
My acts shall stay, my acts shall be able.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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