Gudu gudu gudu
Our treasury balls
Swings in his bloated belly
When he belches
The smell of our rights we smell
A bottomless tank
Has no limit…
The man carrying a huge elephant carcass
And at the same time
Trying to catch a cricket
Hanging in-between his toes!
A faltering hunter
Wanting to kill the aparp and adan
With a single shot from his catapult!
The republican pig
Sentencing himself
To eternal jolliment
In the stench of rulership
Let him know
Ghadafi was not an accident!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem