Over Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Over

Open-eyed, in waiting
Think of world in changing

Faces same
Looks are same
Even the bodies same

Some of them same people
Of Peking or Beijing
(In thinking)

There the bikes are missing
No more tens of thousands
Millions in biking, uniformed…

In Nanjing to Shanghai…

Mao is
In pictures.
No more is; he
Alive…

With visors
Red and white
Scarlet, colourful

And fancy…

They walk dogs
Or raise and drop hands
Toronto reflects the Mao's past

None has time to think of
The Mao and Nixon, Kissinger

Happy and freely go church
Raise many children
"Hell to rest! "

Past is past
Is "Over! "