The Lost Just Began, the Libyan Civil War

On the northern plain of Africa, Tyrannically tortured tongues wail for revolution of injustice To embrace the prescription of democracy by neighborhood Amber anger of our pitiless god has now being awaken How many million tongues shall lick this ripen death? The aftermath begun the ceremony of blood-bath in Benghazi When peaceful demonstrators were battered by rage of military strikes. And anger-drenched folks without training fell in love with deadly weapon Unimaginable anger of winged weapons handshake the fine faces of Misratah Blood-dripping vibrating limbs were separated from their sources. And human blood was made the entertainer of the day The laughing horror stood by his principle of apocalypse A thousand children without parents, lost In gaze of orchestra of flying missiles. The broom of earth now intervened The god of the stars and stripes-the mouth-piece of mother earth Led the assembly of giants worms who donated their agents of death "No fly zone", "Operation odyssey" wore the mask of death The Dead and companions were invited for a feast of Missile-roasted mortals From your screen, smiling skull smile at your astonished eyes. Who will lead the dreamt resurrection of justice, When Zeus has refused to let go his sword? The lost just began!