Dragons

A must for hearts and heretics, for essence and pride,
China finds you evil as much disease is yours.
And the dragon can find new hearts and old challenges,
For speaking is his speech, methods do not stop.
I hate its tail, because its wings look wronger than fire,
Than real fire that bursts our bowels below.
His is Hell and much danger I keep in front of the giant
Worm. The winged beast of ballistics can beat its wings
And find too many children; too many warriors are angry.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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