Pity Poem by Naveed Akram

Go where there is pity,
Then your eyes can master
A life of luxury, of pain.
Each of your eyes have praise
For your soul, and live with the foe.
The foe is destined to fires unimaginable,
Fed by the flames of honour,
They feed on jelly of flesh,
As numbers are made and letters are withdrawn
From the pages of a book too strong,
That is a book of wondrous pain and strength.

Go the pity and learn a goodness to help
And enchant the funny soul, a man is him
But a woman has been also a soul.
What do the souls cherish? Heaven or Hell
Are individual countries that I trek to,
But do they join? Or do they have borders?
Why do patient people have a case?