Ahmed Matar Poems
- My Friend Hassan A visit from our trusted president Who ...
- The Hope I telephoned the hope yesterday I asked him: can ...
- Yes, I Am A Terrorist The West cries in fear When I make a ...
- To Whom Should We Complain ? To whom should we complain? And...
- Abbas' Story Abbas behind the barricades Alert, awake, ...
- 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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My Friend Hassan
A visit from our trusted president
Who tours our country's vast extent
He gave a speech and thus it went:
"Have no fear to voice dissent
the days of fear are truly spent"
So up he stood, my old friend Trent
And asked him: "Mr President
Where's the food with rich content?
Where's a house with decent rent?
Where's a job with no torment?
Where will medicine be sent?
Oh honoured Mr President
Though you have the best intent
We haven't even had a cent!"
Then spoke the trusted president
With voice full of great lament