Kharg Island Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kharg Island

Hey Mr. Geert Wilders
-I hear I am late but I pray
-I pray that you win
-I need you as a shit
-so we fight

I like to declare war and therefore be ready:
-I am an island in Persian Gulf
-I have been called the "Kharg"
-I know you as I know Donald Trump
-both as ass, unaware, full of fart
-therefore doubt that you learn
-but you can find interpreter…

Have someone read to you of my life history
-I suspect you get it since you are very dumb
-don't want to go too far, that is a waste of time

But if you come and bow like a dog
-to feed you with a bone, i open scroll
-of your men, Hollanders, arriving on surface
-of my face, with dirty and filthy intentions

Yes you who wants Arabs and Muslims and expats
-all of what you call: non-Hollanders
-to get out of what is a pure land…
-came here…with guns and
-gunpowder and were not invited
-you came and shed blood
-caused terror and fear

Did you know? Do you know?
-let me tell you you ass:
-you came in seventeen fifty three
-I was the best place to catch pearl
-forced to leave you escaped like jackals right after thirteen years
-when attacked a lion…Mahanna, right hand of Karim Khan!

Now tell me what the hell you know and what you say!
-go and wash your hands, face and pray, beg Muslims
-and expats to let you, piece of shit, walk, breathe…