Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

the Tripoli losers

The Tripoli losers

 

 

Guns in every untrained hand

                                                    They call it freedom

Zoo animals go unfed a son of Kaddafi fed them’

                                                     It doesn't matter now

We can’t prioritise beasts, they are dumb.

                                                     They have nothing to offer

Global capitalism has no use for them so set them free

                                                      Let the lion free

                                                      Give the camel its desert

  Let the eagle soar high above the humans’ murderous pursuit

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
jan-oskar-hansen
Published
Mar 29, 2017
Lines·Words
11·68
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell jan-oskar-hansen how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write