My Blessed Name Poem by Naveed Akram

At this moment my name blesses me,
It converts the faith in the head
To cover my fortune and dread,
How we live and how we be.

Once upon a time, the blessed men
Woke up the blind men and gave
A death to the roads that could save
Men who worked hard as ten.

They believe in words for the crime,
Blessed by time and solutions
That forgave the creation of abominations,
Leaving us in pain, in a peacetime.