Metal Foil

Foil is a night and day, like metal of the hour,
It is your pain and design, a movie is made.
My foil is green and blue, but what of you?
The real guns massaged my skull with their hard action
And onto a danger my danger went, crossing borders
And perceiving dreams of a different kind.

Foil is an aluminium tool, and a grave reason for living;
The cooks of tomorrow shall undergo changes,
And my lorry of food is under foil, the foil of real direction,
The reasoning of man is such that force can never comprehend.
Concerns do decide my foil and food, the ultimate in cooking.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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