Menacing Weapon

He hides where lie weapons,
The weapon changes from lustre
To agony and the blue blizzard,
A surprise is in store.

We wield magically this torrent,
A current runs along our spine,
Menace curdles its poison
When energy runs thin.

Menace is a result from danger,
You are cooked into knowing
As if seeking knowledge
And then resigning to work again.

May weapons be abolished
For a present has arrived
On the occasion we spring
And it is a mess or a message.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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