"kaddafi" poems
The first category is of upright
Men, just and well behaving naturally,
And always would like to do what’s right.
They love, and with everyone are friendly.
The second is of those who fear the law
‘Cause it exists. Sometimes they are selfish,
Sometimes remember many a fellow
Live, obey, or the law them would punish.
The third are who take kindness as silly,
Rough and impenitent criminals. Gates
Of their jails should be closed for life. Loyally
The second live while the first should lead States.
But yet, some States are still under the law
Of the jungle: where lead the best at war.
Excerpt of Delenda Benghazi, said Kaddafi
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
Some people say the man is a strange host.
Whoever invited by Moreno
His legs become heavy, will not his guest
There be, and if he can, he will say, ‘No!’
Waiters in his service to Interpol
Company belong, in his hotel’s room
Talks held are hard, one shakes like a trapped mole,
And his big eyes furniture and walls zoom.
Al-Bashir he invited, and his trips
Were reduced. When out he goes on tiptoes
He walks for fear of the boss, who pays tips.
Kaddafi he invited, and his foes
Chose his life to close, as he feared to end
Like Slobodan. But Gbagbo hide couldn’t find.
Excerpt of Delenda Benghazi, Said Kaddafi
http://www.amazon.com/Delenda-Benghazi-said-Kaddafi-ebook/dp/B0077K010K
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
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
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC