by the streets of Sirte…

today

i was happy

i was sad too

 

can’t see them

coming down my eyes

 

“revolution”!

was sounded

but bullets out-shouted

“democracy & freedom”!

 

pour out a little liquor

blood & oil…

pour out a litre…

 

by the streets

of Sirte, where

i sat down…

 

and laughed.

 

at the irony

and poetry.

 

dragged out of a culvert

scurrying like a rat…

but man;

is the cruelest animal!

 

God is a tyrant

and so is Satan.

 

when you

Dance with the devil;

The devil never changes,

You do!

 

the procession.

 

bloodied face

he lies in state

 

in a freezer…

 

the scowl remains

frozen in time.

 

“hail the ‘King of Kings”

 

i think

caught in ‘cross-fire’?

aptly stinks.

did i blaspheme?

 

‘mad dog’

‘tyrant’

‘despot’

 

used interchangeably;

 

‘Colonel’

‘Muammar’

‘Gaddafi’

 

“Victory”! (?)

 

by the streets

of Sirte where

i sat down…

 

and wept.

 

never laugh

at the tears

of a prophet…

 

” Long live the King”

 

real kings don’t die

they become martyrs

 

col. muammar al-gaddafi
col. muammar al-gaddafi

____

for

20/ 10/ 2011

 Heroes Day

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