Iraq

Translated by Soheil Najm

Iraq that is going away

With every step its exiles take....

Iraq that shivers

Whenever a shadow passes.

I see a gun's muzzle before me,

Or an abyss.

Iraq that we miss:

Half of its history, songs and perfume

And the other half is tyrants.

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Poems from "Slightly Quarrelsome Texts"

Published in "Atlanta Review - Iraq" by Poetry Atlanta, Inc.

Volume XIII, Issue number 2, Spring/Summer 2007, USA