"Who Is Our Lord? &Quot; - Poem by Naveed Akram
They resented his words for he loathed you,
The heads of the crowd were smelling like nectar,
But we objected to the crassness of this somewhat
Lurid topic of discussion.
I have watched the witchcraft and the birthday,
I see music ready to roll down hills like water,
As the contests have been designed and won
After the crowds disperse in this rioting world.
Always the discussed one reads to us aloud,
Wearing us to the point of illness,
Like swearing masses and leadership of swearing
And lost reason, the understood one of this age.
They say he matters to the rich among us,
Between you and me he is a coward of
Vile munching, eating the foods and drinks
At everyone's expense.
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