Language Poem by Naveed Akram

Languages are spoken by the masses,
Sought by the fame and religion,
Equal to noone but the classes,
Abject are they who control the origin.

Sell the message I speak for a fiver,
In the form of words excellent;
I derive these solutions to the screwdriver,
In face of fodder of the livestock over violent.

I am farmed but farmer who speaks only,
Does not write but righteously speak,
Only to damn the animals that are lonely,
The lonely are the very dying cheek.

Language is the most dreaded monster,
One of them is in the museum,
Offer it a letter of a barrister
So that laws are in the atom.

Lawful ingredients must be favoured
Over the disgusting levers of taste,
Lots of spinach in the letter of the unflavoured,
Like a pie without trust.