Loot For The Jest Poem by Naveed Akram

All they inform is the jest
These demonise the public
They watch over the corners of the globe
And instruct the majestic world
My honour is sacred due to the haste
And hurry of a day in weights of largeness

Must we have information? That is the truth
That dissolves the wreckage of a loot
The loot bans the abdomen
One stomach is enough to be calibre
In the way of the eating
In the way of the cleanliness
This we will inform
To those in return of it

And then strength embroils a facet of life
Success enters the regime on long flights
My champion travels to the ether
Mine is the prancing horse of hair and reins
Many deposit their findings in a tract too fine

My food is a golden treasure
My food licked by the wolf is cool and mild
Refrain from the hunger
Refrain from the truth of the bite
For the wolf is deadlier than the sword
These spendthrifts want to be a samurai