My Arm

I devote my arm to my endeavour,
The real result of my army and response.
The arms hacked at the mirror of my life,
The shouting of a century is upon us.
Arm them with guns and ammunition,
To quests they drive, to missions they fail.
My century is among the few that restore
And heal the many that travelled in time.
My legs carry forever a thoughtful pursuit,
Let the legs be lazy and let the arms be happy.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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