Chester Beatty In Dublin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Chester Beatty in Dublin

To me they, the borders
mean nothing but burden.

This passport or that one
this major, other one
an expert by license
then polished as science…

They all are sort of game,
Mostly are dirty, filth.

'You know, I, a lawyer, '
heard her say, hated her…

'Tell me first are you kind?
to sex, race are you blind? '
Want to ask, but hardly.

Among these dirty games
what for sure I do hate
is teaching history
off textbooks, by teachers.

They are all business
managed by the cheaters
most of them the looters
the imposed as rulers…
but still I read them

David James is, felt shame
heard him on Radio
The Irish RTE.
he needed a shelter
as he said and claimed
for his kids, family
so stole some pages
of great work of art
a Koran

In photos I saw the miniatures
seem to be of Iran.