Learn My Farce
You must not learn ugliness,
by Naveed Akram
When it peeps, and you peep.
The drug for my anatomy is plain,
Show this character a disease.
Forming from the fountain of joy
Is playing and craving for sin,
Peeping through the eyes is a sanity
Of the desperate drug inside me.
I have to face up to moments in play,
Better the ways of a farce,
Which is a fire of the frosty cross,
A sacred place for the hearts of light.
Prosper then in a lightning strike,
Life around is a playground for you,
Sane men play the faces and fights,
Forcing me into work and delight.