Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)

The teacher looked into the depths of darkness,
Personally overwhelming and responsive;
The teaching carried on diligently like a log,
Filling itself with planets of the right action.
This log has many trees lost to the world,
Borders are crossed in efforts to maim the few
Who decide the age of reason for their child.

I told anyone to be a friend, assumptions were safe,
Teaching has been sport for the meals and wines.
Feelings for the space had approached the clergy,
His desire was to be protesting and obeying.
The teachers of the whole masters were abhorrent
When faced with dangers from their students.