Peace-At-First

The return of peace subsides for the day,
Dainty dames are reachable, not to betray.
A manager of sayings is upon us just now,
An array of accounts have been supplied with know-how.

Peaceful times demand a newness for the cows to utter,
Never pointed out, the animals with fodder need Butcher.
Peace arrived with a burner of logs, the very mire
We shall connive for the bulldozer, the very bushfire.

poem by Naveed Akram
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