Bob Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bob

Bob is a good friend
White, chubby, blue-eyed and humble
He likes jokes, funny things and laughter.

Yes I do know him well.

He receives lots of mails
In times he forwards them
I receive and open…

And I laugh
And I think
And wonder
-do we think the same way?

We do not!

Yesterday
Friday
I drove after job
The roads were empty
City was a ghost town
Exactly Bob's message:
-a new immigrant went downtown
-meant to see the true Canada
-he met men and women
-approached them to question
-of true Canada
-mostly were Chinese or
-Asians, Caribbean, Middle East
-as well as African
-he did same, repeated
-the outcome was zero
-finally chose a shop…
-repeated old question
-where are they?
-the true Canada, Canadians?

Bitter and meaningful was answer:
-are working to pay tax!
-you find them if you work!