Category Archives: Libya

See The Green Flag Flying

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(On the news of the death sentence against Saif Al Islam Gaddafi )

See the Green Flag flying beneath the desert sun,

And see the brave men marching, and the women armed as one,

To fight the plague of locusts which chaos sent from hell,

In fear of all things caring, where profit does not dwell.

See them fiercely fighting the killers and the thugs,

The ones who stand for nothing, or only stand for blood,

Their courage never failed them, no need of NATO drugs,

They fought for all we fought for since the days of Noah’s Flood.

They fought for education, for women and for men,

They fought for social justice, for all they had won then,

A republic of the people, and of a small green book,

In which were found such wond’rous things the very heavens shook,

But then the NATO planes swooped down, like vultures in the sky,

And ripped apart the body with their bombs and with their lie,

They flew and circled every day “til all the blood was bled,

Til they cried, “ we came, we saw- he died,” and laughed to see him dead,

And now their dogs in Tripoli howl and bay for death,

Of those who fought for freedom and will with dying breath,

They called a broken room a court and made some bandits judge,

Like poor Saddam Hussein found out, the Yanks can hold a grudge,

And now they want to kill the rest, with death they’re generous,

For we are all their enemies and Saif is one of us,

So turn your heads and listen, and clench your fists right tight,

For these vultures need some fighting and it’s we who have the might.

Libyan Lament

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The air was hot, and thick to breathe,
The sun was red, and weeping,
The day they fled the burning town,
The stench of death still reeking,

Machines they came,
From cloudless skies,
Then came the sound of thunder,
Then flash of light,
Then blast of flame,
That tore their life asunder,

They ran in fear from NATO’s hate,
To the ocean’s cooling breeze,
And looked across the waters,
To the nations of those seas,
But saw no trace of Christian grace,
No tears, no kind reprieve,
Just jackal smiles and TV cheers,
That hailed a nation’s fate.

Tricked, betrayed, begrimed they slept,
On desert shores, abandoned,
For weeks their hopeless vigil kept,
Despair so deep it maddened,
It almost drove them to the rope,
Until they heard the captain’s words,
“My ship she puts to sea tonight,
But for that there is a price,
For my ship is named and named quite right,
The hopeless ones Last Hope.”

They paid him all their money,
They paid with acts of shame,
And then they prayed to silent gods
For words “We sail” that came.

The captain smelled of drink and death,
And smiled with dark-stained teeth,
He told them, ‘I’ve your money,
Now please descend beneath’,
He gave commands,
The crew obeyed,
And threw them down the hold,
To stench of oil,
And human waste,
The young, the frail, the old.

The engines throbbed, the people moaned,
In darkness deep they crossed the sea,
That led them from old Tripoli,
To the shores of Italy,

The night grew long,
The sea rebelled,
With wind and thunder drumming,
The waves rose high, the captain drank,
The crew climbed ropes taut humming,

They tried their best to save the ship,
To save themselves, and all,
They fought the storm,
They fought the wall
They fought with all they had,
But Neptune wove a ghastly wave,
That broke her back in two,
And down she went,
That good Last Hope,
To the cold and calm below.

The lonely dead soon washed ashore,
In twos and threes and more,
On foreign sands they rolled and lay,
On every bay and shore,
As TV sprouted tragic tales,
And asked, “who is to blame”?
But no answer dared they give,
And so no answer came.