Never do things of the religion be insane, <br />Input is the key, the shame of the aeroplane. <br />Heaven is forcing us to the sun, <br />Just about your image of the bun, <br />To eat, to keep, to learn and be stern, <br />Just like easy work and what is to burn. <br />We strictly learn, easily and eagerly in the ear, <br />Like forms of justice, and entering the year.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-religion/
