FIRST ADVISOR

The Satan’s order is firm every where,
The masses too like the servitude snare.

The bows were writ for the poor in fate,
A pray without stay their nature’s trait.

Either in his heart a wish does not lie,
If wakes up ever, would be raw and die.

Isn’t this a marvel of constant push’ hence,
That Mullah is tied with kingship fence.

A best booze it was to Eastern nature then,
No lesser vice singing to ‘eloquence’ ken.

The Haj and Ka’aba Rounds yet a rite though,
The nude sword of Moniin is blunt I know.

On whose despair he formed a queer view,
"On Muslim war is banned in this age new"