A Penalty For The Effects Poem by Naveed Akram

The effects deliver a penalty, for them we contrive,
The inventors are awake in the old yard, picking and solving.
May they all lose once and for all, in the efforts to investigate
What may be the solution for your problem so highly regarded.
Irate officers bloom in ways called flower, the opposites,
The palatial rooms of a man’s heart, so blowing away the trust,
Understanding the tasks of religion when asked, demanding less
Every day, the next days are hard to explore and they start to be cruel.
Less knowledge is employed for the benefit of humanity,
The effects of a river dive into the blue waters, so oceanic.