Woe to you desert of Libya
Whose whim tears mortals
As slaves, I invoke the spirit
Of love over hate on you
The desert crying voice
Whispering in angst
as unfiltered sand has no divisions
So the blood of human
Human be treated as human
O shore of libya
What's your libation offering?
O dervish beings of divers gain
What i see as vision
Is mortalized fuel
For fossil fuel turn
against you in rebellion
Shore of libya
Your border
can be peaceful
and loveful
just
as
it
use
to
be
Where is your lost glory
Do you mean your good days
are gone as readily evil
drop your weapons
And understand each other
Your shore will shine as the star on your flag
O Libya, why has your eyes turn black?
Written by
Martin Ijir
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
Woe to you desert of Libya
Whose whim tears mortals
As slaves, I invoke the spirit
Of love over hate on you
The desert crying voice
Whispering in angst
as unfiltered sand has no divisions
So the blood of human
Human be treated as human
O shore of libya
What's your libation offering?
O dervish beings of divers gain
What i see as vision
Is mortalized fuel
For fossil fuel turn
against you in rebellion
Shore of libya
Your border
can be peaceful
and loveful
just
as
it
use
to
be
Where is your lost glory
Do you mean your good days
are gone as readily evil
drop your weapons
And understand each other
Your shore will shine as the star on your flag
O Libya, why has your eyes turn black?
Written by
Martin Ijir
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