The miracles stand for the tents of freedom,
They have blasts of wind and will be empty.
Then the men of crucifixion were ended,
Thus it was a miracle when coins fell.
Money shamed us from the speech
That came from unlettered Satan.
He wrote the words of miracles
And they disappeared for ever.
Naveed Akram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miracle-of-words/
