Disasters and Deeds

Disasters excel when brilliant,
This fact is well-known and magnificent.
Deeds of the tragic command belief,
But is it not disbelief, any relief?
My accusations, they disgust me and you,
But relief is a grave question of who?
My battles are fought due to wars,
When and where are they indoors?
The disaster is supremely disturbing
To the soul and life, the very curbing!

poem by Naveed Akram
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