Assert It!

I have asserted my sentence,
Your ancient nature is a token,
Forming itself woollen, in a shroud,
Opening and closing its scales and gills,
Without the rapidity of fish,
Speaking altogether, in twisted forms
Like lasses of the wind and rain.

Open the shop of integrity,
See your descending steps,
The ascension is near and in closeness
To the bomb that may erupt
For the final display to mankind.

This lie is surrounding us,
Young people clear the fountains,
And bad mountains foreshadow us
In their light and darkness
Of steel and speech from the asserter
Of sentences.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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