Soldier’s Walk
Fortunately my truth is hidden,
Drink this, drink that, but do hide.
Let the soldier ply from his walk
A hidden spy, the whole season is jolly.
In one alley of speed, the war has arisen,
To aid the world of falsehood,
So as to drink the whole world
And leave us with green land, all dark.
Some fortune is forbidden us,
Of a lightbulb we command and comment.
poem by Naveed Akram
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