A Country Of Heroes Poem by enne aig

What could be said of Ahmin
Looking into the burning sun of vita-min
Could this be real in Benazi
That the young ones have gone to join the army
All through the wild fire of tumult
You could see through the pause of nature
Has the course not dragged enough

The people lie in hate
As the menace tend to exacerbate
Young women here but dead
All from the wound of rape
As they try to move to assuage
Men of power, men of hate
Where will your children find to play
Are the scars of tomorrow not today

Can there be one law
To choose and to protect,
The lily and the rose
God of Adafi are you of Benazi
Can you sit for Sirte
And go to Poli

The movement off the hills, down the road
Could not seem to heal hate as told
Quick they rode men in folds
Some to Sirte some to Al
As the sky rolled down its own
Mercy mercy some were told
Poli Poli there they come

The giant seed of the evening sun
Riding like the lion of the animal kingdom
Not ready to be dragged down with its curbs
Pretty heavy to be weighed down with its words
Piercing through the slight throne of his Gods

The birds of the fields called to help
To put net on the cages of their friends
Where will that be if not in vain
As solid drops covered the earth with rain

March on tall bold soldiers
March on the center of your birth
Go wrestle the holders of your breadth
If he has to drag you to your death
Let cold relief be your breadth
So long your bile shall not be your vex

AS the elephant with seven horns
Rise to drag the lion from his den
The lesser animals thundered along
With morsels of bread and petals of strife
Let the master fall he has done enough
Let him fall on his gathering stool

The burning sand can't save his curbs
The mother hen can wave her fours
To count the chicks as they wish to come
Who surely can stop them from the fall
Which will rent the air so much soon

Walls of Sirte here they come
Mixed to the walls of Misrata
Poli can no more hold its own
Houses of Alwali they seek
Shade us now Allah they think
Have they known how dull they are?
To find a place to call their own
As the model they seek has some stones

Here they are soldiers of God
To take the haul the way they can
God in hand sword in one
To end for once their crave for Gold
The melting point of the desires told

How can one but praise the bold
How can more than a soldier hold
That the world refuse to heed
The menace of a future told