I was looking through the pictures and this was one of the pictures that struck me. So many things are happening in this photo but even though various things are happening, everyone is in unity in looking at the air strike plane, ready to battle it out.
Photo source: http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,2060413_2254381,00.html for more photos.
When power is all one man's crave,
And people just wanting freedom's wave.
Oh lay down your child play fantasies,
And watch as fear will slowly cease.
A shot that takes a life,
robs the fighter's soul.
The shot that remains a lie,
Oh let children cries be told.
How running is a man's source,
this wasn't how it use to be.
Then why are people forced,
to pick their fateful course?
Many fight in this battle field,
pushing for their steadfast will.
But in unity people sing their lullabies,
revealing their fear of last goodbyes.
Prayer and hopes that fills the air,
shares shivering cries with bullet fairs.
Trembling freeze in shells of breath,
when missiles announce their misty death.
Seeking shelter and drips of murky water,
people flee this mirror of condemnation.
When is the end of this "forever"?
Who can comprehend this manifestation.
Pray for Libya.
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