Saracen swords pierce in my eyes
Tears flow like sparkles of words
Forming tributary paragraphs
Without commas and full stops

Into the stomps of libya I stand
As my blood flame the desert
The water of Mediterranean sea
Become the seven plaque

Firstly i drink the blood of chicken pox
Exchanging for oil to finance my war
I am wheel carted on chariot of chains
When will my fate turn against the tides

The sea of smuggling turns heap
Of unclot blood I wish to gather
The remnants of dust for peaceful burial
Corpse revolts interment on soil back

The vultures refuses the carrion
For it is marked slavery o libya
Your hands stench with blood
your eyes filled with blood

The shores of libya stain with blood
Your land is a bloodstream
I want a drink from it
The blood in my eyes won't allow me

My vein flows octupus prowess
to devour to devour my chains
Into freedom i cry as blood flows
o earth can't you hear me?

Written by
Martin Ijir