Sushi.

I want my sushi, and I want it now,
Dip or no dip
Dip it in my mouth,
Swirl it between my chopsticks
Grab it in my hands,
Chomp down with miso
Savour the pearly roe.

Sushi, sashimi
Tempura, teriyaki
Udon, calamari
Iwashi y kani
Ebi, ika, kaki
Shitake and moyashi
A bowl of sake to equal my wasabe.

The Japan tsunami got us down on our knees,
The nuclear reactors chilled our senses new,
The returning OFWs lessened the nation's crew,
The Philippine remittances dipped
Way way below.

My grandpa was branded pro-Jap
In last WW II,
When all he did was befriend a Nip
Years before the conflict whipped,
He was tortured, left for dead
Yet he regained his spirit and pride,
He lobbied for a school in our place
Now he lay in a simple man's grave.

I once had a classmate
He was half Jap and half Pinoy,
He was second in class
He was short in height,
He towered with humour
He glanced at pretty girls,
He hailed from Okinawa
Now he lives in Guam.

I used to drive a Volks, an Escort
And an Isuzu,
I bought a Voyager
And now wheel a Montero,
I pine for a Rover and also a Pathfinder,
In between my sushis
I dream,
That's all I'd been.