He comes into town in foreign accent
the strangest we've ever seen
his eyes so sharply-shy and keen
his spirit left of us no comment
his hands we noticed so mild
like one who never fought or
exercised hate or cruel labour
or beat-up an offensive child
he looked as tender as a-day-old babe
like one who's known no real danger
he seemed to us that he was made
not of blood and bones of love and anger
like the rest of us
but of a spirited-lotus
extract mixed with certain
euphorian spices
polished by shine and rain
politely and wise
And we stared and wondered what
beauty lies in his halfly-hidden heart.