Horse-trading

Am I not!
A piece of art
Grand and majestic
Regal and artistic
When I soar on the wings of winds
And I leap in the boundless deserts
As I cut through the raging rivers
And fly up the might of the mountain
Earth shakes and the skies watch
And do you know it or not
I am centaur, son of Greek gods
I was shaped on god’s potter wheel
I was raised by the angels with care
I was loved by every prophet
And I am delight of all the emperors
Till this day - as always
Courage, loyalty, power and beauty
Honesty, awe, discipline and duty
Are a few of my many many traits,
And thee compare me with such contempt
With those humans, scum of the earth
You dare not, you get off my back
I am of course the pride of this planet
And they are - a walking shame on it
There is no parallel with mine
Of a dirty rat or a cursed swine. -
(The poet, Malik Akram, is former federal secretary)