Along the silent sanded shore the sea birds sadly flew,
Where once the sound of clashing arms did shake the morning dew,
They sadly flew in mourning pairs for all they saw that day,
That day they saw the heart of hope lie bleeding on the bay,
That day they saw the people march to fight for right once more,
As many and one through time have done since days of ancient yore,
They marched with banners Red and Green, with simple flags of rage,
For they raged against the many crimes of the long black fascist age,
They fought for you, they fought for me, they fought for all mankind,
But we looked away and watched the screens that poison every mind,
So poisoned minds thought poisoned thoughts and dreamt of shiny things,
While screaming planes swept low with bombs caressed by taloned wings.
Powerful. The traditional meter and form give the tragedy an extra poignancy. I didn’t realize until now that Sirte was Muammar Gaddafi’s birthplace as well.