Dedicated to the freedom fighters of Libya
ROAR, NEW LIBYA, ROAR
© J.A. Storey -Taylor 2011
Keep Rearing in your Pride, New Libya,
Cubs of the Lion of the Desert.
Your people have known occupation too long and
Suppression too often.
It does not need history books to remind you of this.
Your lands bear the stones and scars
Of those who encroached upon them,
Used them to expand sovereignty or
Fight their wars of their ideals.
The past meets today to stir in your spirit for the future.
It cries in your heart and
Calls to the memories passed down through your ancestors,
As you find will and want - and need - to fight war of your own.
In the span of the life of a man,
To wait for a seedling of the date palm to bear fruit
Is to know patience.
What then of the patience of generations,
Of centuries abided
Under ever elusive independence?
Such forbearance by the forefathers
In the years counted in hundreds,
Till the baying of the Italian Wolves
Stirred the teacher of the Qu’ran
To stir others and
Give reminder to thoughts of freedom.
Courage, passion and steadfastness were
Gifts to determination
To make of that freedom manifest.
It matters not,
To be to no avail.
Those gifts were not squandered.
They became a part of your heritage,
Cubs of the Lion.
After an aeon,
Then twenty years of blood, and
Twenty years of more of life lost,
The wheels of time and fortune turned and
You knew liberty.
To a righteous man, and
A righteous world,
Such should have ever been so.
Independence had come -
At last! -
Through peaceful and united means and
To your poverty of wealth, education and experience.
Kind fate... Kind, kind fate... And
Fate kinder still,
To bring to you
The Black Rainbow
To feed your families and give way to study to
Follow in the footsteps of scholars, profession and trade, and
Cruel fate... Cruel, cruel fate... And
Fate crueller still,
To bring to you
The Black Rainbow
To feed avarice and
Pave the way for footsteps to follow power,
Libya, in liberty,
Was but a child.
Like a toddler
With green bones,
Beneath the Green Mountain.
So little time.
Too little time,
To find strength and balance and stability
In that believed in and welcomed but
Unknown, inexperienced, unpractised,
Until the Green Book
Came to slam down
On your eager, enquiring, reaching hands.
Through the brother who has been no brother,
The leader whose only path has been self-serving,
Through spies within and sanctions against you,
You have known fear and suffering,
Through a self-imposed and self-named
King of Kings,
You have come to know the sherif and sherifa
Must care for all;
A care for the people and
This is beyond wealth and status.
To peaceful protest against
A real, despicable and not unprecedented injustice,
This man of cleverness and cunning
Showed his blindness and stupidity
To the whole;
His lack of caring
For the whole.
Clumsy in his arrogance,
He stepped on the tail
Of that sleeping and
In the doing?
He awoke the essence of
That is a part of each of you:
The Lion in the Cubs.
You were in the right
For your Pride to be pricked and arise;
You have right to be
Proud of your Pride.
You have fought,
You continue to fight,
With the same
Courage, passion and steadfastness
Of your most famed Senussi;
When you went into this fight,
It was with the same
Unknown, inexperience, and lack of practise
With which Old - but
So young Libya -
Met the independence
So quickly stolen from it.
Yet you have learned,
Far quicker still,
To become wise and intelligent
In that which is alien and
Undesirable to you.
The most heinous of his heinous crimes,
Of his history as much as
Is to have of you turn against the
Heart of the faith that you so deeply love and respect;
To take life from life.
To a gentle people,
A kind people,
People of warmth and humour,
There is heartache in the death
Even as you return to prayer.
Make the dua and
Hear Allah speak
To your hearts.
For Allah is merciful and
You bring His mercy
To the blood and battlefield
That your only choice
Was to choose:
You did not need to choose
To treat your enemies
As sons of Adam.
So little hatred
Beneath your will;
So little anger
Beneath your determination.
You have right to your Pride and
Right to be Proud.
So keep Rearing - and
Roar, New Libya, Roar.