Analysis of A Ghazal, Mourning Asia

Milk on faces hides the skin of Asia
Export our thin hands; made in and of Asia

Neon eyes blink bloodshot signs of progress
Billboards preach in subway stations of Asia

You sky scrape your self with Razors, China
Temples weep in the shadows of Asia

Dub and subtitle, tape over your mouths
Tanka trucks lie lost in the din of Asia

You say 'fung shway' in coffee table grins
Hor ti culture; sell the tradition of Asia

Your name too Asian, you change it from Ahn
Now Samuel, you are the ruin of Asia