Missiles

The troops of a missile are confident for victory
Every time they fire, and when this approaches
A fine task has been beheld, how audacious!

The intercontinental ballistic missile
Will triumph over older forms of weaponry
As the troops of the Earth shall conquer.

They sped so abhorrently across the borders
To reach the point of invasion, so readily
Accepted by the aggressed, and how bolder!

The missiles accumulate for centuries
But the ammunition is needing
And folly has been arrested.

Can the forces of highest nature
Win for the whole of humanity?

poem by Naveed Akram
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