I Never Knew Poem by Naveed Akram

I never knew a word of thought,
About half an hour elapsed before God,
And my instincts showed the colour red,
The colours of the rainbow had come up.
You are rough on the cowards
That desert the field of battle,
But my punishments are like numbers,
And your penalties are like words.
Thoughts come from too many lashes,
To see the bedrooms of angry men
Is far too exact a science.
I was almost with death as the scientists
Mocked my upbringing once again.
This thought became growing in my thigh
To say that expiation had observed me intently.