Monday, April 11, 2011

Song of Ghadafi

I will seduce the sun, mount the moon

I will rape the rainbow right in her room

I will silence the sea, bribe the blue

I will rig the races freely for the flu

I will burn the bridges, blast the bliss

I will weary the waters with my fist

I will tender terror for a tea

I will bless the brothers with the bee

I will flare the fear, feast on their feet

I am the fury of Allah, I am Ghadafi