Cover Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Conscience is never dead,
In some it is hot and red,
In most of us it lives,
Like an spark of ashes,
This tiny spark is at least enough,
To look for a cover of all the misdeeds,
To justify all our sins,
To justify the poison,
We spread from mouth,
Or from the hands,
That were spared when man,
Started walking on the two feet,
The hands started working,
Civilizations sprung,
Man spared his time,
And started thinking,
On the earth and heaven,
And all that is in-between.

From brain to spinal cord,
Is the home of the soul,
And the poor heart has nothing to do,
In the thinking and after acts,
The evolving man,
With instincts of beasts,
Was socialized,
God helped the man,
Through gentle great men,
To frame the laws for coexistence,
History is His Story,
And history lets us know,
The wise thinkers,
Came on each and every part,
Of the ignorant earth,
Keeping ground realities,
Of the soil they stood at,
They gave laws,
To live and let others live,
The goals of laws were tolerance and peace.

But the devil never stopped,
He went on working day and night,
Merit of the laws I don't deny,
I believe in God,
I believe in angels,
I believe in His books,
I believe in prophets,
I believe in the Day of Judgment,
I believe in the fate written by God,
I believe in a form of life after death.

I am constrained to say the disciples of the evil,
Had made these laws a cover of misdeeds,
And exploit it for their personal interests,
They used it for imperialistic designs,
The maximum killings are made in its cover,
The beautiful purpose of these laws is in coma,
I am sorry to say but a fact is a fact,
My Dear God those who take your name,
Those who bow their heads,
Don't believe in you, yes not at all!
I don't know what you are going to do,
Shall we see another Noah's Arch,
Or a gigantic rock will hit the earth,
Or we shall destroy each other,
By Nuclear Weapons! ,