Author Leigh Hunt H AMADAN is my native place; And I must say, in praise of it, It merits, for its ugly face, What everybody says of it. Its children equal its old men In vices and avidity; And they reflect the babes again In exquisite stupidity. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments