Another one bites the dust
An end to tyranny is a must
For 42 years he rules the land
With a heavy iron hand
His sons and daughters bathed in milk and honey
They had so much, billions in money
Then one day, the people finally stood up
They decided they had enough, time to make him jump
So they came out on the streets
They voted with their feet
Gaddafi did his absolute best
To keep the rebellion confined to the west
Then France, US and usual so-called allies jumped into the fray
They said, wait up we will show the way
Why suddenly Sarkozy and Obama found interest in Libya?
They said they support democracy…now, now don't let that fool ya
Where were they all these years?
When Libyans cried rivers of tears
What they really want is under the sand
The greatest prize of all, it really is grand
More valuable than gold
In your hands you cant hold
So started the bombings and the arms drop
And suddenly Gaddafi felt the heat and started to hop
He gave orders for his soldiers to fight
Where are they? He looked to the left and right
And so he ran from Tripoli to Sirte
His place of birth, where he found shelter
He held on for a while, as long as he could
You have to say, he didn't run away, but stayed in Libya as he said he would
And then, finally, they caught up to the man
Oh dear God, there lay the man on the sand
But not before, they ripped him to pieces
And so another dictator is gone
1 comment:
Hi, good rhymes indeed, Sirte - shelter is the best one. Lybia's free now, let's hope for Italy to get rid of Berlusconi (hard to rhyme with, uh?). All the best, ciao!
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