Nassy Fesharaki

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Nefertiti - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


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

If any
Have remained

I have gone
I have been
I have seen

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?

Topic(s) of this poem: shouting

Comments about Nefertiti by Nassy Fesharaki

  • Dutendra Chamling (11/30/2015 11:53:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem. Poem 'Nefertiti' has asked an appropriate question. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015

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