Deranged Customs

Return to the customs despicable and deranged,
Dirtier respect voices the malcontents,
Dirt has enemies of course.
Return to the reading volumes of the pages
That give surrender, and irreconcilable
Facts, overriding our thoughts as we read.
The returnable thought shall deliver praises
Guaranteed by bent animals,
For their legs and arms are not ours;
And where are their heads?

The only solution to the bottle of vapors
Is to spread the glass by smashing it, then
Receive a blessing for the action of elegance,
Soon the forces hoist the whole caliber
Of rich men and women who sign their petitions.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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