Sins Poem by Usman Hanif

Sins



Curse the applause, burn the rewards
think of one step ahead
Admirers are diseased with frauds
make'em cry in my head

Never be proud, be my pride
commit the sins like you do good
critics are gutless, they always fight
strangle their filth, like you should

tame the beasts, hope for the worst
don't wast all of your sheep
leave some blunt knives, they're good
salvage them with your sheep

free the beasts, they would eat you
and the sheep, they would store
would you let them easily eat you?
why not kill the sheep before conflict!

cut the trees, toll the bells in head
build your home in the head
protect the sheep under the shed
and unsheath the blunt blades

beasts either have long snouts
or they are feline or both...
create war amongst their noses
they would end up in your death

so use the knives now
but for the sake of good;
but you had left all knives blunt
and you inferred the sins as sins...

aint you a sinner? think over it.
For the safety of sheep;
you had cut your brain out
which knife you used?

sheep should have that sharp knife
but they are feared from you
so free the sheep, tame your head
and let the beasts commit the sins...

03-03-2008

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