Monday, June 14, 2004

From a poem by Iraqi poet Badr Shakir As-Sayyab (my translation):
I learned: how
the tyrants have changed their skins
in the age of defeat
and they put on new masks
and chanted the old song.
I saw, my beloved, all
the tyrants of the old world
how they sleep and eat
how they love and laugh
how they die and be finished
but I now disover
the tyrants of the new world
in the age of the floods
and the revolution of humans