Naked Words; Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Sustenance of words under over-clouded
Over-crowded skies:
A sign of appeasement.
New demons occupy the empty space;
Disguise their hidden traits under
Treacherous grace.
And mice might become the forerunners,
The gunners that shake the blackened days
Of innocence.
I sustain that words deploy more weaponry
Than what powerful armies offer
As motives of deterrence.
Straying can lead to self-discovery,
Self-recovery.
Naked words can be noblest.
Blessed be the naked!