Naveed Akram (15 December 1973 / London, England)
Blood And Customs
Blood and customs mastered the weak,
There were several deviations of the lame and limped,
Atrocious tasks marketed the majority as slaves
Without hope and mastering them was at close quarters.
I saw the various parts of the body,
And saw the dimensions of demonstrations
So revived and never condemned
On the higher length.
Strength of distinction remarried with trade,
And millions of facts were compared.
Let no number of warriors read into combat
Quite like diverse creatures with teeth
Munching on cane and sugar cane.
Some appropriate movements were adding
A lie, one of the lies bore trouble and more lies.
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