Faithful Leader

May our minds be faithful to the truth,
Madness is the pleasure of the ruthless.
The company of angels is only found by the clergy
Or the leaders of faith who are not mad or ruthless.

Guesses are flourishing from too much sunlight,
Minds are like the light from the blindness of men.
If you are blind, more is attained and so the mind is elegant
And beautiful in its charisma, the mind is totally intelligent.

Any cleric would find religion for his very blindness,
But sunlight is a tale to tell, a tale to spell to the public.
Leaders of the faithful need the day to act like non-sinners,
And goodness will start to flourish, acting like angelic men.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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