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
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Poetry by: Tarif Youssef-Agha
Houston, Texas
25 February 2011