Libyan cities burn. Arms raise defiantly heavenward
in solidarity with their Egyptian neighbors. What about us?
We want freedom, too! A despot vows
to shed his last drop of blood on Libyan soil.
Soldiers fire their death sticks at the crowds and drag people
screaming from their homes in the middle of the night.
What can one expect from the mind of a madman
than the will to fight to the end? A very bitter end.
The Libyan desert turns red with the blood of its children.
© Elizabeth A. Maginnis, 2011
