God Save The King Poem by Akhtar Jawad

My God!
Be kind enough to make me a sovereign ruler of my empire
a dictator who can dictate
whatever he has
from skies to the oceans
whatever he sees
from east to west
and from north to south.
The people of my empire are too naughty!
They always think, agitate and act
to be independent of my control.
Throughout my life
I had to fight against mutinies of my slaves.
Sometimes it was a mutiny of my eyes
sometimes of my nose and ears
sometimes of my vulgar tongue
sometimes of my hands and legs
sometimes of my hidden parts.
I fought against all the devils
and I was defeated many times
but at last I won all the wars.
With a naughty but shy smile
may I remind you
off the records
of a pleasant and beautiful mutiny of my heart
when I fell in love,
in that I was defeated and I am still defeated.
You know my queen who sits behind the curtains
I am her slave!
I rule the rest but she rules me.
Dear God!
Save the queen and her slave!
Keep my slaves in my control.
Give me courage and power
to rule my empire.
God, save the empire!
God save the king!