Gadafi's sons
by scott from jail

Gadafi's sons
Now that bombs torch their Libyan blues
Discretely hate
Eighty-year old fathers
Crazy and bunkered safety
Permitting no retreat
Save by the rivers of blood
Went the youngest son,
When an airman turned rebel in the sky
Streaming a long suicide note
Crashlanding dead, flamed-out
In the living room of one of
Gadafi's sons...

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Published: 4/7/11   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem