We Differ Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

We differ

With gloves on your hands
And wearing a big mask
I can see,
Conditions we live in…

I see signs on the walls,
On the seats in the bus:
"Wash your hands, "
"Do not touch, "
"Sit apart."

I look at every sign,
Study, verify,
Read the words and letters.
Made of ink and colors.

They stick everywhere
Using tapes and the pastes
Which are made from oil
Turned to some chemical
Or sort of plastic.

Plastics never die
That is what I think of.

Notice while escaping
A killer, murderer
(Corona, the Virus)
We kill the mother Earth.

Why are we short-sighted?
Why are we so selfish?
Why do we see gloves?
Why to hide behind mask?
Yet blind to the fact?

Is Earth not great task?
Is Earth not great task?
Is Earth not great task?

How can we forget that?