Oh Colonel, It is the Revolution

Oh Colonel, it is the Revolution

Between The people and the Tyrant

Between The people and The Tyrant, there is no middle ground

No lost love, no compromise, no fruit

He is in a valley, and they are in a valley

He ruled them with fire and oppression

The people should be aware of the Tyrants’ cruelty

If they are willing to desert their dignity

If they are willing to sleep while being starved

And if they are willing to tolerate disgrace

As deeper they sink into humiliation

The more the Tyrant behaves as a Pharaoh

The Tyrant should also be aware of the peoples’ wrath

If they, when it is time, march on him and explode

He should be aware of them if they wake up from sleeping

And jump in his face and roar

And if the Tyrant will not leave without a blood bath

The people never had a shortage of sacrificing

The Tyrant or the people will be in the news tomorrow:

One of them ran, was slaughtered or committed suicide

***

Does the Tyrant really believe that the People believe him?

Every time he stands to speaks and spreads his rubbish?

Does he really believe that they will sacrifice for him?

Their souls, bloods and eyes

The People don’t applaud for a Dictator

But for the arms (Fear) of the bullies he stuffed around himself!

Did he forget that he paid all those?

Who glorified him with slogans and clapping, drums and trumpets?

If it is up to the People,

They would rather rain him with stones

Does he really believe that he is still the Herder?

And that the People are a mix of sheep and cows?

So if he can not really see

How much the People are drowned in extreme poverty

They can, for sure, see him and his men

How much they are drowned in extreme wealth

They see how he distributed the Homeland (Wealth)

Between all his men, both at home and abroad

One day, he and his men will fall

In the same holes which he dug for the People

He will fall, it doesn’t matter that: time has been prolonged,

Justice lost its way to him or the stone has been missing his head

Oh Tyrant, sorry but when it is time

The People will deliver to you the order of destiny

***

But whoever hears the stories of his family

Will doubt that it is a family of humans

And whoever sees its members

It is as watching the world of the Mafia

So here is the ‘Brother Colonel’

If he acts, he commits a crime, and if he talks, he damns

His ‘Green Book’ was unveiled

The color of blood took over its pages

And the mercenaries he bought to slaughter his People

He bewitched (Bought) their consciences with the wealth of the People

We haven’t forgotten yet the “Massacre of Bu-Sleem” (Where he ordered the killing and vanishing of about

1200 political prisoners in a Tripoli jail in 1996)

We want to know where he concealed the victims.

He, proudly, reminded us with massacres by others (Dictators)

Damn him and damn all those others

We want to review his accounts with the People

How many did he hide and burn and bury?

And this is his son, Syfe (Sword) Al-Islam

Whom the Islam barely touched before

He said that their departure means rivers of blood

No surprise, as blood has always been their only drink

His other son is the one who sticks with corruption

He shamed the Homeland and slaughtered the moralities

The other sons are not even better

This is the imprudent and that is the one who needs an alarm bell ahead of him

Every one of them fasted of (stayed away from) virtue

And broke the fasting on various dishes of bullying

Every one of such dwarfs thinks that

He is different and he is the awaited leader of his People

When thieves differ, they differ about their shares

But, in the end, all of them will end in the trash ditch

***

Oh Brother Colonel, excuse me

If I said anything bad

Oh your Majesty, It’s the Revolution

No joke, no kidding

Didn’t you learn the lesson from your two neighbors?

Those who were washed up by the waves of their people

The ‘Worst of Men’ (Zain Al-Abideen of Tunisia) who ran away

And the ‘Unblessesd’ (Mubarak of Egypt) who disappeared

Yesterday, the order of your removal was also issued

It also came from your People

And the grandsons of Al-Mukhtar are on their way to you

To break the confirmed news

(Al-Mukhtar is the legendary Libyan martyr who led the resistance against the Italian occupation before WW2)

Al-Mukhtar whose final words were:

The executioner will live short, but the martyr will live forever, shining like a moon

Al-Mukhtar, who humiliated the invaders (The Italians) before,

Is returning today with his face (Spirit) to be your defeater

***

Poetry by: Tarif Youssef-Agha

Houston, Texas

25 February 2011