Sinning Arrows

Over their shoulders they pulled the load,
Fresh people have fresh news of the time;
They resist the temptations, their illness
Is spear-like for the moments of distress.
I have a head and heart produced by the lords,
With iron scales my armour resides in heaven now.
Across the narrow chamber a stinging arrow
Makes a travelling career, fully informing.
They saw the gaunt faces as the rays of fire
Broke the banners and the sinners of fire.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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