More Betrayal Poem by Naveed Akram

Desks of thought carried more betrayal,
Witnesses of pleasure saw everything;
The sight of our eyes is sore from the top
And bottom of the whole spectrum.
My nature is sudden once they forget
That my religion is perfect, so perfect.
Lots of philosophy and scholarship happens,
More of the lax attitudes recur to combine,
And they permeate for the distress is loud.
May envy be a stout questioner
Of the rights of man, and humankind is better
Than the superhumanity, the desk of thought.