Daggered

There is awesome fear in my voice,
To become a liar may need courage,
But life is the same, just rude, for me.
The fear is a feeling of strength,
I have this for my words to sound.

I froze when he spoke, I am so improper,
They support me, I do not skilfully support,
I just help with strong talk, justice is about.
To fear is the typical tactic, to fear me is about.
It is improper to scare us, for we fear and laugh.

They spoke after him, after the group was me,
And the discussion ended so divinely;
A path took our support, we ventured and gained,
But the enemy is about, motivated to strike
With daggers.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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