PROUD SON (for a free Libya)

Shame on you proud son,
You share some evil genes,
Sown from devil’s loins.
Your father’s poisonous bone
Owns your soul forever.
Look what you have done,
As immoral bowels conjoin,
Forcing out demented schemes.
The free attack you now.
Each calendar will record,
Cruel celebrations,
For these days of pain.
A link time cannot sever.
Your fate is known.
This tormented genome
Is condemned,
To roam a putrid palace,
Chewing at disgusting chains,
Regurgitating malice.         © Will Barton 2011                   Click on images to enlarge

HOPE (for a free Libya)

As we regret

Our loss

Hope still climbs

Death’s ladders

Step by step

Out of darkness

Hand in hand

We move together

Into light

 

 

© Will Barton 2011                                              Click on images to enlarge