Mr. Mindon

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Mr. Mindon comes here
I saw him again
At my night
Heavily walks
He wears black-glasses
Missing the road this time
Mr. Mindon dreams of East
Honest or dishonest
I don’t know
Mr. Mindon epically comes
To draw a new line
To whisper for Satan
So would friendly go
So would eat together
It maybe a ham or beef
Or it maybe a flesh of a human
Bodies or blood
Credibly they want to do
A massacre or a cemetery
Would they fall through?
I don’t know
How would I know?