Iran literature
Friday, August 20, 2004
Hello President
This poetry has been selected by poets against the war
Hadi Mohammadzadeh
Hello President!
I have examined you!
You aren't human president!
You haven't value at all!
when you passed over Iraq's sky and midget lieutenant generals welcomed you with a wave of their hands,
which flower and plant and tree took off their hats out of respect for you?
Iraq's sky should be washed with rain utterly.
Your pass only aroused the trees and planets from sleep.
And poisoned the birds.
O injustice over Najaf!
O rain of blight over Karbala!
You have drooped slowly in the oil wells of the south
and your throat smells of oil.
O Gendarme!
O descended into hell!
O Winter !
O grown bloodsucker in the dump of history!
O Gangster!
Karbala isn't Texas
Well listen to me President!
all the fiends are acclaiming
and angels are booing you
cut your coat according to your cloth!
and hold the hands of Satan
and go to hell!
