Downhill Battle

My soul abolishes the evil within the heart,
Desks of sailors are like the ships of water;
My names occur from the parents I bestow
On the person who commits indecency.
My soul banishes the wicked and sloped,
Then the downhill battle has commenced.
This anger is resented by the majority,
Underneath the seas of hatred there is a price.
My souls are numbered due to the books
Riding and being ridden, like a read business.
This soul in my heart conquers the world,
Its country is beyond the man’s heart,
And the women and children are numbered.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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