A man

Suddenly,

unbeknown to anyone

this country seems to have turned out

to be a moody man

looking at himself restlessly in the mirror

repeatedly saying, "who are you?"

Only a head shake is the answer

For those who happen to see him

wonders why

his face is bleeding

his voice sounds deceitful echo

his eyes wildly glance

with a rifle in his hand

hanging around miles away

in a long dark way

But I used to know him

as a friendly man

And if you encounter him

on your way home

tell him to cast his rifle away

tell him to wash his bleeding face

tell him to wash his sinful heart

from the deeds fraught with deceit

for his starving children

have been waiting for the lost father home

-- By Yosep Jimi