Nomadic Tribes

The nomads of the east are upon us,
Life here is bleak, since armed combat is certainness.
The nomads of the east prefer clothing of beauty,
Happiest beauty prevails with battle, for it is duty.

The warriors of the west are us,
Working with brilliance and briskness.
Life shall remain like a powerful hair,
This hair hangs like an age to compare.

Entire bodies, robes of desire are contemplating
Why we are here, why are we here in conflict?
Too many wars are too many lives decapitating,
In fury, in debilitating state, always to object.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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