The sorcerer enchants a man with sorcery, <br />A real warrior can cause a war of wack, <br />Wading into this arena of them both <br />Is to bother the tranquility of our being. <br />Wise men say the same battle of beauty, <br />Collecting wadding for the wall <br />Shaking a little while with wars <br />That uglify and also vilely decide <br />From generals of the highest disorder. <br /> <br />Healing this home causes us to call <br />For beautiful barges in the canals swaying <br />As the wind of the ways we call our friends. <br />The mass or lump so formed in our throats <br />Must be swallowed, <br />And more boluses shake the very crowd.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enchanting-crowd/
