Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.
Hadi Mohammadzadeh
37 years old
Iran
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!
Exploding the grenade in windows
Like a bear after honey You are raiding the oil wells And you are consuming all the oil refineries And tar is dripping from your lips You offered to soldiers the cigar of the death World's Chimpanzees are your right counselor And World's hyenas are your left counselor Oil wells are your wife's dowry And gas wells are your daughter's dowry too. You are playing hide and seek with your brothers in caves! You keep your eyes And Bin Laden hides then Molla Omar keeps his eyes and you hide! You explode the grenade in windows And Afghan and Faluje's children are burning in fire. A crackbrain threw a stone in a well and the world was addled! Your breakfast is nuclear meal And your dinner is radium and monkey's brain
O grown-up with nukes's milk And atomic nipples O sir inverse! O sir semicircle! Tie your halter to Pisa Tower Until you don't fall from the other 11 September O sir buffalo!
You throw democracy stones from airplane over people's heads And people with broken heads are required to salute you. See! you were converted to poets against the war's guinea pig! Your brain is made of sheep's tripe Your Pupil is made of molten tar
For laughing Sometimes Can make a brain from sheep's tripe For a president who thinks like a housefly
You are like Pharaohs and mummies And like a monkey Who jumps out of a country to another country and oil well to another oil well. How should you search the atomic dust After lenitive pills for Condoleeza Rice and opiate pills for Powell?
O sir rubbish! The world isn't debris And humankind isn't atomic dust!
Your defense minister is a feebleminded human And your right counselor is primitive man And Rice is troglodyte woman Hang yourself from the sky! like a spider Until you don't see earth like a rectangular bed!
