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Naivete
Translation by Nancy A. Coffin
Whenever a dictator falls
from history’s throne, studded with our tears
My palms burn from applause.
But as soon as I return home
And switch on the television,
Another dictator spews out
Of the mouths of the crowds, inflamed by whistles and cheers
…Drowning in laughter
At my naivete,
My eyes burn with tears.
Baghdad, 29 June, 1992
Garden of the Association of Historians
(Sadhaja – page 43)
from the collection, Under a Strange Sky (Taht sama’ ghariba)
published by Bazzaz Publishing (London), 1994
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