Killer

Describe the defender who rids us of our soul;
We fight for survival, and he is innocent. I am what?
Display the proof of your strength, of your blade
That pierces and slashes a man in many pieces.

You have rights over the killer of real sorts,
The exact replica of a fatal storm; he is madder than most enemies.
Your life is in the liquid stage. It is soon evaporating
From what it solidly was. It was present and in action, but now gas.

He has smelt you anyway, just take care of your limbs
And marvel at the longer life, the awesome stage.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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