Safe And Sound

Safe is the place of our realm,
Invited to there are some,
Some who still say they are fine,
The very few in the world to define.

Goodness has a social traitor,
A foe or bully, an enemy not to enter.
The genius has great and good experience,
Who spins heavy blows at science.
A science is the safety of our race.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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