Nato Over Libya
NATO over Libya
They know the way
where is your servant, they asked?
Drowned in a moot, he told tales about us
the story was the veracity
Our *********** was private.
You cannot open a tin of sardines
thinking it is olive flavoured.
They wanted the power the old dictator had
The one who gave them free education.
Our revolution was not new but greed.
We were laughed at, so hurtful
in our hands became a failed state.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2022
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