Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Guard us from wrong in the way
People dismay and do away with justice.
Special logs are rolling for talk of immortality
Then utmost, always in order to achieve
The biggest reward, a sentence is written
For the work and I have also meaning attached.
Guard us from the inaccuracy of spelling,
How this turns into right, not wrong.
We faster grow our turnips in the garden
Of our triumphs, triumphant being is ours.
The wrong of dear people is forced upon the strange,
Inside them is a disease though, thought to be mindless.