He is my suzerain, a mighty blow to the heart, <br />Downcast is the training of my heart that masters <br />The lamentable tones, as they unfold with crying. <br />Callous inhuman works are committed by some gross devil, <br />Enraging us: it has no pity for the self or the contradictions. <br />Traumatic is the underlying illness it seems to inspire, <br />Into words they change that master the metres of exchange. <br />A ruthless brutal fiend is about with similar characteristics <br />Smiling at you, with vigour of memories, as they are memories. <br />To be incensed by this furious beast of brotherhood, <br />We must change the respect of a livid century.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-suzerain/
