Here We Go Again Poem by Tom Higgins

The planes are in the air again
I learned of this from CNN,
they're off to kill Ghadaffi's men
and make old Muhamar think again.

But bombs and missiles cannot choose,
who will win or who will lose.
They can only make people die,
more mothers left behind to cry.

And all those who are blown away,
young and old, they have no say,
they cannot hope to run away.
Perhaps their God will hear them pray!

Months later and the rebels have won,
they caught Ghadaffi trying to hide,
one of them he pulled a gun,
and in that moment the colonel died.

So what for Libya has all this meant?
For all the blood and money spent,
to bring about this regime change,
the pecking order to rearrange.

Apparently not such a lot,
every day people are shot,
vengeance killings are now the norm,
did this we plan when we launched our storm?

The aerial bombardment which turned the tide,
in favour of the rebel side.
Now tribal rivalry rears its ugly head,
and many more will wind up dead.

Could it perhaps be the case,
that old Muhamar had a friendlier face,
and that the new boys fighting on the block,
may yet deal the west another great shock?