Nefertiti
Oh lady
I want to hit my head to the wall; against rock
See blood stream down the lines
Machu Picchu, Minarets of the mosque
And the bath…
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I have been to the Louvre
And much more in London, New York
And elsewhere, collections stolen
Collections Stolen, Stolen; Stolen
Vacuums
If any
Have remained
I have gone
I have been
I have seen
Museums
Originals of Caral; Pyramids, Persepolis
And Shush and, Nazka and, Machu Picchu…
So many
Esfahan is orphan
Minarets mutilated and the bath
Machu Picchu empty
And also Pyramids
I ask them:
“You looters…
Hiram Bingham
Nicholas Reeves
And such teams…”
I am ashamed…
Aren't you my lady?
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Wonderful poem. Poem 'Nefertiti' has asked an appropriate question.