Rush Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rush

I miss the pale-skinned Chinese girls
That I saw roam around as workers,
Students, of schools, colleges.

Randomly see their chins
And rarely their eyes which
Are covered by soft hair!

I know taste of those lips
Such petals are sweet.

March around old and young,
With mask on nose and mouth.

Look at the good people
Changing face and temper
In times of emergence,
Incidents, accidents…

Why are things different?
In distance and near?

In times I see trashed
Some of the blue masks…

Juxtapose CORONA with the SARS
To allow my brain search and find
Two sisters' bombing and far beyond.

To Chinese I listen, complain:
"Why to rush in judgement?
Is not this pointing, racism? "
Is it not like Hitler with the Js?
Why are the Europeans so unfair? "

In my mind see the Japs
Rounded up, swore at
During Word War Two…

Mankind is prey in the trap
Of the old "Caucasians! "