Muammar the Sandwalker

Born and begotten in Bedouin sands
Near Sirt, the child of nomads
Descending from those that had long roamed these lands
Grandson of a man
Claimed to be Khoms first martyr
As he grew to Abdel Nasser
Tutored by the minds of Misrata

Prodigious in ambition, will, desire to fulfill his prophecy
He enrolled in military academy in Benghazi
Seeking to unite and equilibrium policy
Weaving the workers plight into Green Book Philosophy
Of unified nations, The Solution to Democracy:
True Representation, The Solution to Economy
Socialist collectivization, Third International Theory
On how to build a utopian rational civilization

“If national demagogues crowd third eyes, and cloud third eyes
from seeing the plan of Allah
Then it is rational that they will reap conflict amplified
Return to the world as two nations divide”

“Naturally, tribes are made for social posterity...
Surplus in excess never breeds prosperity...
A People's Congress, predicated on parity...
Ruled by people and not parliament to whom its a rarity
of an interest in the interests of their constituents...
Whose election is a mere ancient erection of Greek thought
When men could be led like cattle, sold, and bought”

He became a member of The Revolutionary Command Council
Joining the Free Officers Movement, that had a political evolution planned
Training his powers abroad
His focus, vision unflawed
All came to pass, his coup met with applause
On that start to September, he spilled not a scarlet drop
His star's ember now flame
Sparks of freedom remembered this day
Noble Colonel, toppler of kings
Saw his dream to conquer unseen hands of evil
meet resounding acclaim, sounds made by newly equal
People in the newly named Libyan Arab Republic

He sought to bring balance
Expelling colonialists from the West
Compelling them to increase his nation's oil profits in the process
Creating free government housing in the process
A large man-made river to water the thirsty in the name of progress
But the black beneath that he had been blessed
Was blackened as his soul from the power he held from conquest
Conquered by darkness and hatred
He labeled dissenters non-patriots
Targets worthy of termination
At this time he began a period of mediation
End of days visions plagued him with destructive pan-Arab prestidigitations
Spying on the people for whom he had sworn to cease subjugation
Hanging, beheading publicly, Censoring creativity
in a land of free speech to feed paranoid sensation
Now a bloody terrorist, whose dislike merits assassination
Becoming the tyrant he so vehemently deposed
His true dastardly intentions exposed
A corrupted, twisted totalitarian in the throes
Of the egomania of throne, caring only of his own status monetary
and not of the people who rose
him to the top, freedom fighter now pharoah
Soon a rebel alliance would propose
A counter argument to the former antithesis
Now the top of the latter without authority legitimate
Monopoly on the use of force unlimited

So they took to the streets
Cries like the voice of lost liberties
Dissent that had to be silenced
As unarmed citizens became the victims of violence
Colonel ordering the killing of all not in compliance
even his own soldiers, with he. The Dark Lord
Killed one by one, like bull's-eye on a dart board
As soon as the grandson of “the first martyr”
Had birthed his opposition was as soon as he spilled red waters
The 17th of the 2nd month, they forgot the 1st of the 9th
Failing to remember that September in 1969
For in February, the once brooding populace was now ready to fight
Al Bayda, Darnah, Benghazi
In the name of Fathi Terbil and Jamal Al-Haji
Against this failed Jamihriya
Against oppression by the veil of Sharia
So came to be the body of insurrection
Dancing to a waltz, “Thesis-Antithesis-Synthesis,” an old rebel one
To provide for Libyan's protection
National Transitional Council, trudged into the maw of war
Intent, they upheld principles they were fighting for
“No to tribalism, no to factionalism”
Yes to human rights and yes to autarchy
Arab Spring in full swing
Intent on fulfilling prophecy of liberty
Quadafi had thought of in Benghazi
Even as rockets rained down during siege
Like an apocalypse of artillery, they yearned to be free
...So they fought
Even when their wounded limped to the hospital to be permanently
Hushed by the apocryphal Imperial Shadow guard
Colonel still killing men for not firing on men unarmed
So many slaughtered in Misrata
It's wrought a flood of blood of martyrs
Trying to free their home of the grip
Of an autocrat, his soul ripped
from his body and pinned on his false hope
That he alone could one day bring balance
But as guns fired, his empire collapsed
In Tripoli, crippled he abdicates
responsibility of his tragically altered will to build a more perfect state
As the cycle comes full circle, Allah Akbar, God is great