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Libya the endless tragedy
Libya, the endless tragedy
A shower, first thing at daybreak, washing away the night's excesses stalking the bleak corridors of the nether world and the dead bodies refused by the sea
are demanding a proper burial, like the man who built
the dams that bring sweet water to the coast.
How many died 10000 or more, no one cares like when NATO bombed Libya, deaths were not reported.
When the tragedy hammered the once proud state into
a breakable portion,, the migrations to Europe became
an unstoppable flood of lost humanity seeking shelter.
As this tragedy unfolds, oil pumped up from the ground
that is the only thing that matters
A shower, first thing at daybreak, washing away the night's excesses stalking the bleak corridors of the nether world and the dead bodies refused by the sea
are demanding a proper burial, like the man who built
the dams that bring sweet water to the coast.
How many died 10000 or more, no one cares like when NATO bombed Libya, deaths were not reported.
When the tragedy hammered the once proud state into
a breakable portion,, the migrations to Europe became
an unstoppable flood of lost humanity seeking shelter.
As this tragedy unfolds, oil pumped up from the ground
that is the only thing that matters
Published 22nd Sep 2023
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