The Chair Poem by Marton Dezso

This chair is a fine one
For my back the right one
This nice and heavy wooden
Chair of mine

This room is a fine one
For my eyes the right one
No more used to the light
So when it comes to rooms
I prefer a dark one

And these fine men of the state
In their suits and uniforms
Standing around me as we may
Have something in common

'Have you got anything to say? '
One of them asks me nervously walking
'No thanks I don't really feel like talking'
So he nods to the priest in the corner
Who comes to me and leans over

'Let's pray' he whispers in my ears
In the name of the Father and his Son
And yes it comes the line that matters
'Deliver us from the evil One'