Who Are We? Poem by Zoe Howarth

Where is this place we all call home?
How can we tell who we are?
Are we the Indian restaurant around the corner?
Or the American standing at the bar?

Are we the take-out across the way?
Or the Japanese girl on our street?
Are we the man from Pakistan?
Or the Chinese food that we eat?

Are we the strangers we do not know?
Who drive round in their German cars?
Are we buried underneath this confusion?
Or have we lost who we truly are?