House Of Space

My space is occupied by the brilliant,
Heaven holds a place for the rich.
May we surrender, the peace is ours
As we speak, so much in contrast is this bliss.
Then speak, wondering why we are present
In the masses, looking like protesters
Of the very kind that injure themselves.
The sling is attached to the arm,
Yet peace believes the right wonders
And the sling shall come off
When this tragedy is absent.
My space is brilliant, as I have said,
And this person I am resides in a family
With a house.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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