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The Sin Of The Land
Loathing is a sin in the land,
Some carry weights and hands
To lift them, lifting is action.
Slavery may succumb to disorder,
A right to life that dies.
Loathe those in agony and corruption,
Tyranny shall collapse from heat
Burning from the stars, the slavery.
May banging happen in empty air,
To relieve the silence of eternity.
Slaves are eternally in disagreement,
From air we all breathe and lift weights.
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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