Hitmen

Hitmen are so good at the killing,
Our swords are no use to us,
Compared to the guns of hardship
Expressed by the opposing party.

Juices lie in the secret stomach,
A place in which we hide the murder,
Where devils and demons lurk
Forever, and ever.
There is no gun or dagger to tire life
In total!

by Naveed Akram

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I like ths poem as it describes my actions following the end of a relationship. Now,19 years later, I can't even remember how her voice sounded.