Disappeared
My greatest fear every day
A Villanelle Poem
This is my greatest fear,
I face it every day,
That they may disappear.
The people I hold dear
They quickly rush away,
This is my greatest fear.
My mind is so unclear,
I think of all the ways
That they may disappear.
How can they still be here,
If I go out to play,
This is my greatest fear.
No answers, just my tears
When they decide to stay,
That they may disappear.
They leave me standing here,
With nothing more to say,
This was my greatest fear,
And they have disappeared.
Imagine being a parent or a child, living with the fear of disappearing every day. Even if they are spared, the emotional trauma is impossible to fathom.
Who has the right to do this to another person because of their color, race, or language? When did one “race” become superior to the others?
Race — a human cultural construct not based on science, well left to the ignorance of the past.
It is not incidental that the final image is from the Art Institute of Chicago, America’s favorite city for the last 9 years, and now designated as a city of “immigrant terrorists.”
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It sounds like an expression of my own feelings. So touching, on the edge of tears, recalling those who has gone and those who are far from me nowadays