Inferiority Poem by Naveed Akram

An inferior relic of the past has just emerged,
Harmony has just slipped past, full artifacts are near.
To restate the sentence he displayed is normal,
But inferiority has a notion so abnormal.
Perplex the normal men and women of the wilderness
We see in their eyes, and see in the shoulders.
Blades currently ride on horses forced by the stewards,
And knives are from the land of blood and gore.
Horror is a notion too intricate, a masterful notion
Too sweet for the naked eyes but terrible for the ears.
A relic is crafted from the eyes of the man who is woman,
And women are men now, for the relics are inferior.