Truth Of A Real Religion Poem by Naveed Akram

A few hours make his bed seem like a thinking thought,
Anything faces the same way as the beds, anyone is at the protrusion,
Then fences are built to make how long the room rests for the rested.

From the foolish beds of truth and falsehood, a real religion has been
Born. From reactions and forces a new frock is worn, with similar
Actions to ax and similar bleaches and detergents in the household.

Answering a pressure shall obey him, and those who obey him hear
The hellos and goodbyes of this existence as it stays at rest,
Finding faults with this eye and shoulder brings up hope.

The mouth twitch makes a gentle nodding, the rest has achieved
New work of the world to bend and be a strong point,
Fixing and fastening to make a new century of thought.