Across Time Poem by Liza Sud

1
I was the sister of Kaddafi,
We lived in hungry desert land,
But to the power came my brother -
And we got bloodless dream of Marks.

We built enormous social buildings,
nobody paid for medcine, flat.
at first we were some 7 millions.
Under Kaddafi - 23.

But then he came - who voted for Agama.
He was a proud warrior, but sad one.
They level country to the ground,
And all our family was killed.

2
He was awarded by Agama.
And sent to Syria again.
He was more cheerful and proud.
Agama got Nobel Peace prize

I was a Syrian gril - the singing
and dancing girl without aim.
He was experience and missile
was caught exactly in my brain.

3
He loved his president Agama,
gave him his vote for the third time -
And he was sent to Country Luxsher -
a very cold and very far.

Agama has imposed sanctions,
country was ruined, people died,
He killed the poetess of Luxsher
by economic war this time.

4
They brought to Luxsher their 'values' -
free sodomy - Agama liked,
No pure Islam of Kaddafi.
No Christianity in fact.

And he returned back home - this warrior,
he got Democracy awards.
He turned on music of Prokofiev
'War and peace' chef-d'oeuvre by Tolstoy.