Ahmed Matar Poems
- Yes, I Am A Terrorist The West cries in fear When I make a ...
- The Hope I telephoned the hope yesterday I asked him: can ...
- My Friend Hassan A visit from our trusted president Who ...
- Abbas' Story Abbas behind the barricades Alert, awake, ...
- To Whom Should We Complain ? To whom should we complain? And...
- The Right Man In the name of our revered alderman, they ...
- Awakening This morning The alarm clock woke me up
Ahmed Mattar (Arabic أحمد مطر, born 1954) is a revolutionary Iraqi poet who has been living in exile for decades, most recently in London.
His poetry is very critical of the Arab rulers, lack of freedoms, the use of torture, clinging to power at all costs. He also laments the general situation of the Arab societies.
Mattar was born in Tanoma, a small city southern of Iraq in Basra governance. He is the fourth of ten children. He is married and has three sons and a daughter.
Mattar started composing poetry early in his life when he was fourteen. His first poems were mostly romantic before he turns to choose politics as his main subject. He recited long poems on stage where he ... more »
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Yes, I Am A Terrorist
The West cries in fear
When I make a toy from a matchbox
While they [the West] make a gallows of my body
Using my nerves for rope.
The West panics when I announce one day
That they have torn my galabia
While it is they who have urged me to be ashamed of my culture
And to announce my joy and my utmost delight
When they violate me.
The West is sorely grieved when I worship
One God in the stillness of the prayer niche
While from the hair of their coattails and the dirt of their shoes
They knead a thousand idols that they set atop the dung heaps made of the ...