A Cruel Fortune Poem by Naveed Akram
A Cruel Fortune
Cruelty is a fortune to be told,
Opening a cavity of the chair to behold.
I sit and watch a goose and cat
All cooked on a table of an autocrat.
He sits and watches his house
And the servants will be cooking a grouse
For all night long, for inner chambers
Are seen to. We must eat cucumbers.
The reason is clear that taming all activity
Is loving the house with all of ability.
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