Ahmed Matar Poems
- The Hope I telephoned the hope yesterday I asked him: can ...
- My Friend Hassan A visit from our trusted president Who ...
- 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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Comments about Ahmed Matar
I telephoned the hope yesterday
I asked him: can you
extract for us odor
From onion & haddock?
He said : Sure !
I said : and can you
Ignite with water a fire?
He said : sure !
I said: is it possible
to distill form Colocynth the honey?
He said : sure
I said : and is it possible
to put earth
in Saturn's pocket ?
He said : yes… sure
every thing is possible
I said : then our Arabs
will feel ashamed someday
He said : not in a million years
will ever happen what you say