Throne Of God Poem by Naveed Akram

One God remains and is heard,
With an apology one hears,
With decent health a hearing is made.

I have asked those in charge of his kingdom
To become a deathly kingdom.
Their devils rage and expire.

One lust is lost. Losing is a burden.
One loses his soul to alleviate
The suffering of the people.

In this small nation a burden is laid,
To strengthen the few who retain,
Like a knowing people of health.

The thrones of longevity arrange
Their egos around the authority
That beams with light from above.