In This Spherical World Poem by Naveed Akram

In this sphere above, the parts of myths persuade us to flow
Along the time that dictates our tastes, so this is an argument below.
The better parts of a meal are hidden on the plate,
Mythic tastes are roasted and a wheel is this state.

I see the bellowing masses on this future food of late,
I hope to dispel some of these reasons for death to rate;
Let me treat the occasion as a day of sad health and recessions,
The health of the nation is an antique with mixed obsessions.

The class of the future proceeds to be a short lesson,
My lords distance themselves from those who are assassin.
I have a sphere in my hand that collects too many morsels,
The professions have gathered together the latest parcels.