Gouging Poem by Naveed Akram

Cleanly gouging the eyes in lieu of mistaking the scene
Is to lacerate the heart, and all the worries shall erupt
And gashes bleed small ways, with great boils to add,
Letting steam escape from the treatment of the wounds.
Disrelishing the pain, a man of wounded nature
Wanted the terms of agreement, and these cowards want!

They were irreligious, and needed to be examples,
By gods and goddesses the life had to end in misery for
Him, and not Me as long as I lived.
The cowards were to be gashes and diseases like gangrene,
Later to be in front of the firing-squad.
Yes sirs, the lesson is a riddance of unhappiness,
The cowardice of deserting shall never triumph!