Open him up, where he lay, <br />Dissecting his brain is to say; <br />The torture is incomplete, <br />My tests are never to beat. <br />Open up the sweet air <br />With a little venom to dare; <br />Let the years go by with precision <br />On the understanding of a declaration. <br />Proclaim peace as much as can be <br />To satisfy me.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/short-torture/
