‎[On Gaddafi]

‎Like the greens and pods will come to dust,
So shall the iron fist come to rust.
Like dawn and noon will come to dusk,

So shall the earth touch the Elephant’s tusks.
As the Spring shall cease winter’s grant;
So shall the eagle feed the ant,
What begins by fate must bear an end,
The rules are firm, they never bend.
Billows rising, empire falling,
Stench of death the hellhound howling;
Behold the giant from the sky
The midget looks him eye to eye!
The greens and pods have come to dust,
So has the iron fist met with rust.

By Philani Amadeus Nyoni ( Zimbabwe )

photo credits;www.padresteve.com