For the Gentlemen from Imphal

Gentlemen, take left; the ladies are on the right
From the TV and the net the world looks like a small cocoon
We can also hide there in the darkness
And America is the best gentleman
Though you look like a Burmese farmer who grows but poppies
Like a smuggler from Laos; it is enough for tonight.

Come home you might be drunk by now
Beat your wife and write poetry of
How the jungle blossom in your backyard
How the graveyard is dug in your courtyard.



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