Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Teams


Teams teach the winning of standing and sitting,
Brainwashing is a kind of presence but also absence,
For the teachers of this race of humans react
To the aims we conjecture as the fences are built
And the walls are erected for the entire show.
To tear away the pieces of the bloody flesh
Creates unity and belief in the faith to be recognised,
So that tablets are written on and the writing
Is achieved, forming forever in this way.
I see tables and chairs being rescued,
For they rescue the defenders and accuse
Them afterwards.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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