Loved by the many within their own state,
Loathed by the few who agitate from the gate.
A pattern repeated, a tale overplayed,
A judgement delivered before facts are weighed.
To the in-state, a father – steadfast and wise,
To the out-state, a tyrant in disguise.
A chronic affliction the Middle East knows,
A fever that silently festers and grows,
A contagion now Africa silently grows.
From Iran to Yemen, where old embers flame,
Through Libya to Uganda – the script stays the same.
From Burkina Faso and others whose names fill the scroll,
Branded rebellious by powers that patrol.
To more nations yet named in the fray,
Rebellious, dangerous – so headlines will say.
Declared by the US with sanctioning tone,
Echoed by the UN from its towering throne.
And others who gather where verdicts are spun,
Crowning a villain when politics is done.
Condemned in chambers where distant flags fly,
While praised at home beneath their own sky.
Rest in Peace: Ali Khamenei, Muammar Gaddafi and many others.
Sunday Morning Blues**
Whether it's the vibrant nights of Rio de Janeiro or the electric energy of Las Vegas nightlife,
I’ve indulged in two or three glasses of Twisted Ice Lemonade,
Or perhaps it was an Alabama Slammer. One lesson learned: never trust your memory!
My days and nights have been nothing less than a freight train ride,
And that's the truth!
I can’t forget the Cuban Bulldog that bit me
Three years ago, in Kissimmee, that’s a fact.
It left me weak in the knees,
All thanks to those potent drinks.
Was it that audacious, wild Long Island Iced Tea
That nearly took me down.
After watching a news clip about Muammar Gaddafi,
Or maybe it was an episode of Friends?
Yet, I met my sweet Marlon Brando,
And it was hallelujah and Amen in Key Largo.
So many bartenders, so many smoke-filled rooms,
And once again, here I am, tackling
Another Sunday morning blues head-on.
Marcus Garvey you were a trier, but never destined to be a king
Easily made a fool of, if only you had half a brain, you could win
Famed by your own notoriety, ideology based on incompetence
But; you've not gone through history, without acknowledgment
Giving birth to Malcolm X, who in 1965 dreams were shot down
Martin Luther King, another black, whites didn't as want around
Where Bob Marley's assassination attempt, rumored by the CIA
Black's standing up for their rights, never to see the light of day
Muammar Gaddafi, taken out on the orders of white supremacy
Opening the borders to African blacks, he's shown no clemency
I tell you I've met God in my dreams and he is not flamin' white
When he reigned before me, black, black as any moonless night
One day,I stood on the mountain
Watching security forces using force to disperse demonstrators
Who had gathered in the commercial capital___
Blocked off traffic to a large part of the city:
To protest against their leaders' prolonged years in power.
His henchmen believe that he has kept his country,
On a relatively stable economic path:
But critics say at the expense of good governance.
He has won several elections and secured many terms in office___
Results that opposition parties denounce as fradulent.
Moreover it was a peaceful demostration.
But a large number of well-armed police,
Deployed by the oppressive regime :
Used water cannons, teargas,and other weapons,
To disperse and brutalise thousands of opposition supporters
And I saw several observers and journalists,
Attending the event being beaten by security personnel.
And they wounded many that assembled there,
They also,confiscated phones and digital cameras:
From anyone shooting images of the incident,
To make cover up of the worst military rule.
chipepo lwele
Dedicated to Muammar Gaddaffi,Ian Smith,Robert Mugabe and Bashar Al-Assad
Muammar Muhammad Gaddafi;
'Brother Leader', dog of Tripoli.
People of Libya
happily say, "See ya!
Here's for Flight 103 - Lockerbie."
*Dead 10/20/11
al-Quaddafi Haiku-2
Tomahawks fly blind
may be al-Quaidas delight
Allah Ahkbar's cheer.
Here we go again
Belly dancing with Muammar
Hillarie can't dance.
He can dance alone.
al-Quaddafi's naval glows
diamonds up his nose.
Are they Libyan?
Maybe some, we just don't know.
Give them rice and lamb.
Send more Tomahawks
Reroute them to Syria
Belly dancing Booms.
Let's take on them all
every oil field we find
NATO gas stations
everywhere.
Big Chief Tomahawks
Geronimo's great revenge
Belly dance all night.
Gold in them thar hills
Black gold in the desert sand.
Someone's slight of hand.
Twenty thousand more
Suckers born every minute.
In the USA.
Forwardddd!!! Huh?!
Mu(a)mmar al-Qaddafi Haiku 13
Here we go again
belly dancing with Mummar
used to be his friend.
(originally I spelled his last name
Khadafi, which is also correct.)
Mummar correct
muahmar
Kahdaffi corre-ct
al-Qaddafi correct
many Arabic names are spelled different ways, what we see on TV, even the news, is sort of --- Hollywoods version. And usually incorrect. LOL
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