Religion The Trust Poem by Naveed Akram

We welcome the past to ride a fortune,
Fixing places of worship, the elaboration.
Much complains for the memory to last,
It is about remembering a major fast
That leads to grace, character and money,
Honey is this, money is this and insanity.
We ride on the train of life, a school too tight,
Mighty rivers flow from your garden of light.
They are religion we trust, of civil obedience,
So righteous are their deeds, then the innocence.