The troubled wind
Blowing across the Middle East
Is finally upon Tripoli
Threatening the lamp of yet another Narcissist
The tyrant’s days are dimming
The wall of fears are falling
And the people have risen
Powered by the spirit of Bouazizi
And though the king’s usual unbridled wrath
Delivered bloodbath
And all that
Still the people marched on from the green square to Benghazi
Surely, these must the dying days
Of the regime of the man who reign
Over rats and roaches because the caged
Won’t be denied the coming euphoria of victory
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