Takeover

Reasons for the takeover are copious and plenty
Of them are made.
I gather together the rank and file
To speedily create a war and fight of beauty.
Many velocities are the missiles,
As recent as the light.
God has made a ruination,
And I have made a crowd
Wait and demand a new zone
For the effort was great.
God has cast a doubt in your heart
Compared to my truth that has been correct.
Much is war when won, and I have every problem
Solved.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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