Revolution In Tripoli Poem by khaled Elbalishy

No sleep no rest or compromise.

In Tripoli the rebel taste freedom,

We worship Allah, no serfdom.

The dictators disappear one after another,

Free your tongue, no-one can bother

Mokhtar! you are faithful father.

You are immortal in history,

Your grandsons are for custody,

The perfumes of rebels penetrate,

The anger of the volcano, we estimate

The hand of oppression has been smashed

The face of revenge has been washed.

The era of injustice vanishes,

Bleeding of blood finishes

My lung need liberty to breathe,

Forgiveness is to live in peace.