Kill them! Shoot them
How dare they challenge ME!
I AM the Great Colonel. I AM the One!
I am the author of the Green Book
I am the craziest of the whole lot
Where would they find someone like me?
I have burned the land, cut the heads
So there would be no one out there but me
I am the King of Africa, not only Libya
I am the Mad Dog, the Undertaker
I am the Cowboy of the Middle East
They want to replace me?
I am no Hosni, I am Gadhafi, yeh
Look at my face, my eyes, what do you see?
Don’t bother about the wrinkles
It’s only cocaine
What’s wrong with that?
My Green Book allows it, in addition to many other things
Including killing my own people
If they stop loving me
They want Tripoli?
On my dead body
I have made other arrangements
I’m using a tiny bit of the piled cash
To escape safely
Dignity is not a matter
I am a mercenary after all
Libya is not your farm loser! Libya is not your band!
Libya is a free land
Libya had bled to expel the Italians
When you were still in diapers
The Libyans will get rid of you sooner or later
But first, they should trial you
For all the crimes you’ve committed
Against them and against other people
Your history is disgusting
Escape should not be an option
You must be judged
You must be punished
And you must die. Not a martyr
But a criminal
You don’t deserve that honour
It’s for those you’ve killed to stay in power
A power you had stolen forty-two years ago
When History was taking a long nap
Allowing you, and your likes, to jump to power
A bunch of killers
Had become “presidents”
Killing Noble men and women
Only to stay in power
What a shame!
That one like you’d become a ruler
And don’t even think about transferring power to your son, sucker
Shame on you World…
Shame on you
It’s time to correct the mistake
With the pure blood of the Libyan Youth
That their blood
was the high price of freedom
And that it hasn’t been shed