They have sold me in the black market
without bargaining, I was given away not by choice
chains of sweats were all over my daily fatigue
Pulling me down painfully and bleeding
me to dryness without a drop of mercy on me
even their water doesn’t tasted pure
I screamed out loud and all the faces went on
barking higher than a dog in the cage of roughness
except a man with a slave tattoo seemed mad
I cried for realizing that phones were filming me
with nobody’s attention heard about my little demand
I stay quite about my sorrows to move on and work with silent cancer.
Ahmad Al-Khatat. He was born in Baghdad on May 8th. From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote his first poem back in the year 2000. He also has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world. His poems were translated into Farsi, Albanian, German, Chinese, and Serbian. And he currently studies Political Sciences, at Concordia University in Montreal. He recently have published his two chapbooks “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline”. With Alien Buddha Press. It is available for sale on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.