Look alike

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

I’m looking at two photos
one of myself and my look alike.
One is smiling broadly
haven’t got a care in the world,
the other is serious
have long ears
that listen to what others say in the next room,
but which one am I?

There are four Saddam Hussein’s
I read in a newspaper no famed for being up market,
no one knows which is the real one,
perhaps not even himself.
What will the new warlords of Iraq do
if they catch all four of them alive?