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Volcanic Aid

The aid I erupt from the middle path
Corners us with nettles, fibres of poison;
With a destructive implant this chemistry
Aids reason cheerily as balloons for the fodder.
A volcano erupts with aid to quench thirst,
Water flows rapidly, liking the weather
Underneath us and above, without flight.
My tools of control lean on nuclear missiles
Wincing the eyes forever now, like a prayer
That makes you cry and bitterly argues with pain.
The supplications sweep golden arenas,
Asking for the price that exists.

© Naveed Akram