The Laws

Write down your laws so you inherit,
Laws bestow good and we thank them.
A singular noun is justice, the name of your soul,
It composes your hearing and sight for the high ones.
Lawful multitudes strive to occupy us in their height,
Prescriptions are made, rules are rectified.
A vein shall bleed, for those who see the law of the nation,
A heart shall weep for the blood to be cared, by this nation.
Write the better laws compared with lower ones,
And the pillars of happiness stand still despite tremors.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!