"Poetry came from the weak" said alpha
Mockery smile in silence the poets rested
She was loved maybe for kids to bear
We celebrate her like heavens festival
Any hand can bloody its path by knives
Only worthy and chosen ones hold the pens
But we are weak for her smiles , lusty for her happiness
Weak in tears , weak when she crumbles in darkness
If we fight wars the bloods will flood up the heavens
We pen verses that can calm up all hells
When she's in silence or words visits her , solace we gift
We've heard all secerts and seen what's hidden from Gods
Aplhas you're easily replaced , whom do you need for your legend be sung
Your story will be hidden even by gods if we willed
Alphas are chained by society's greed , lust and honour
We free all who whispers and we are no deception
We unlocked the doors of free will and swallowed the key
Call us any names , but we unlocked her desires, caged thoughts , many of fantasy
Even after death watch and hear her painted at heavens with all glory
Tell me now oh Alpha who's weak and what's poetry


©Shaheen