Bone For His Excellency Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

by Poetess: Shokhan Aziz

Translated by: Freeyad Ibrahim

One year ago our revered ready-made representatives had pelted
one another inside Parliament Hall with plates and spoons,
Merely because some of them had not got a bit of bone
in his allegedly obtained broth.
Whilst the others
Were devouring theirs, deliciously, lost in the taste of it, gasping gaily, greedily and breathlessly mouth dribbling water.
That's because our fellow-chef taking their side and sector,
had filled the dishes of his masters with bones
just to please, praise and flatter.
What have bones to do with democracy..?
Who knows..
Probably there is a unshakable relationship between gruel and democracy..!
Neen, we don't read only, you see, but we memorize too,
That's not a mystery.
We've got a memory sealed by the minds and memories of prophets' and the Great-and-the Glorious of history.

Translation: FRYAD HUGO