The generous make a threat,
For a third of the people in love,
For their knowledge and emotions,
And for their good good works.
I am the same, I am all the same.
They base their culture on the purity
Of their faith, and over time
And over the hot and cold of the seasons,
The rebel army awaits the finality,
It patiently intends to judge the food.
Naveed Akram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/judge-them/
