Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Power shall shine in amounts too loud,
Lowest crimes reflect the light of the crowd.
Power has action and burden, full motion,
Why does power see also the reason for transaction?
It justified the world’s tragedy, a most wanted man,
When do humans see light to redefine a life-span?
It allowed us to restrict the pain, pain is no compulsion,
For suffering collects to exert an initiation.
Powerful men live by the phrase too spoken,
For they drive in medical suits and use perception.
Power is a siren far too confusing,
It will haunt your moments developing.