Interrogate It!

Gods have interrogated you after so many crimes,
The real door is to us the burden to be disallowed.
A bridge must be crossed, and to alleviate this suffering
The reality of a gate in the next life is supreme.
Killing is an art to fight for the defence of this life,
Loathing and despairing is an exact science.
I have seen deities requestion and reiterate,
But the gods are the better helpers for your life
And your existence as criminals is rife.
The godliness is to disburden the crime-rate,
This in itself is luxury, for all your own disgust.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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