THE WOMEN (for the women of Libya)

A girl is crying

Through the night.

Her quiet heart of revolution

Beats with many million more.

THE HEART

Their harmony of dreams is

Bloody freedom pumping,

Awakening the oily desert lung.

They are the rock and know,

Guns ranting full of hate,

Send messages of waste and loss.

Dictators destroy and devastate.

Women live to generate and grow.

The cost of life is not in bread.

It will be counted over years,

When she adds another number

To the glorious dead.

© Will Barton 2011                                                                         Click on images to enlarge

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