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