Hallowed People Poem by Naveed Akram

Hallowed death is grateful to the imaginary being,
Harmonious life startles us when you are real.
Hapless victims of a minor existence
Guarantee the pleasure of the existent ones
When the incidents shrill and accompany the luckless.
Immense ideals are stolen from the leadership,
Voicing pride along the way, voices are heard.
They are hard-to-find effects, the people work a wisdom
But fairly produced for the government
That accompanies the reality called learning.
Hideous thoughts must be put on the lines
Of written words, rows of points and facts.