Liberated LibyaA Poem by Kat CollinsThe Fall of Gaddafi brings hope to war-torn, ravaged country. Let us only hope that peace and prosperity can begin their healing.Ding-dong, a man is dead! Gaddafi was his name-o. Rebels dance their jivey jig, On rugs of his bloated face. Grind the filth, Into his smugness, Let’s shout, hooray! War is war, people will argue, No one should die, Ponder peace instead. Forgetting olive branches, Sometimes have to occur, At the price of a life. Freedom’s bell tolls, With streaks of blood tears, Falling on war-torn cheeks. Young, old, and in-between, Sink on their knees In prayer. Liberation has finally dawned. © 2011 Kat CollinsAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on October 20, 2011 Last Updated on October 20, 2011 AuthorKat CollinsAllentown, PAAboutI'm a writer, freelance web designer, and voracious reader. I'm a collector of words, experiences, and emotions. I've been writing since I was "knee-high to a grasshopper" and feel lost without it. Wr.. more..Writing
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