An Intention

An intention to maim is running, open to it,
Listen to the other half, and offer a sacrifice.
My, your soldier ran into a salary of beauty,
As one you surprise, bend and button up.
The killing has to begin again, arresting all lines,
First of all with the elbow then the arm all.
Always a rivetting weapon or dagger so broad
Is enticing to the buyers of danger and jeopardy.
Your victim is sleeping, half-asleep, perhaps violently snoring,
But say your intelligence, and laugh by coming back
To engage in a sort of insanity, lunatics detest.
This is murder, this combines the crimes with sins
And forces us to think again about our safety.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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