Where is my poem Where can it be found Before it's written down It cannot be found
Then when written down And read by someone new Do they read the poem Read by me or you?
Is the title the poem Or the first line If you check you will see It's not any single line
The poem's not a verse The poem's not a word The poem's not a salad Of sounds that are heard
The poem is unfindable Try, if you dare You cannot point at it Or find it anywhere
It may inspire some ire You may burn it in a fire Or place it in a gilded frame To be read again and again
But! If your poem is about a certain man Be careful what you say Assassins may come And take your life away
Sean Hunt Windermere May 201
Fanatic Muslims hated Buddhists more than Christians. They blew up the images of Buddha in Afghanistan for this reason. They hate Buddhists because they are 'non believers'. They treat 'believers' who believe a little differently rather harshly. I shudder to think what they might have in store for Buddhists!