My Little Pennies

My little pennies fall down the street,
Every road must lead to your door
Shutting and opening from time to time.
Then, relaxed foot soldiers bombard the
Building of yielding harmony
Enclosed within the chambers and walls.
My lasting pony crawls with menace
And liars stalk the ground for the religion.
This face has bought a rare contentment,
The satisfied people of the cattle and ponies
Are the next solvers of the century.

Then this century arrives to stop the pleasant mind,
Kicking and beating the headlong warriors,
Minds are attached to the sworn elders
Always in conformity with their beliefs
That grew from a stable base.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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