The Worst Crime Poem by Naveed Akram

On my pouffe I add the worst crime,
The rejuvenation has begun of a time that conquers;
The rabble subside into the horizon,
Like radar I see them off, like war.
It is a rendezvous, a ready spread,
This event needs a ratchet-wheel to conquer
The slopes we enrich with movement.
This is my rendition of a worst pause,
The times of stamina are abating.
Strangle someone once you care,
Like a dog so paused at the will of the master.
On this day I relax and contemplate
In order to clasp the flag of defeat.