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Tripoli or Death

We went to be free, like you. We drink coffee by Colosseums and Roman roads. Chatting by text on our Iphones. A once beautiful country with secrets in its archaeology, I could be in Iraq, Syria, Libya, Egypt or Palestine. Once I was a plasterer then I picked up arms, now I lead men through steel storms crying Tripoli or Die. The first man I shot got hit between his eyes his head exploded from behind. I was surprised that life was so easy to take and went on with the business of reaching Tripoli or the blackness of death. We made our goal, with the help of American bombs. Which left our country in ruins, now war seems endless. I managed to escape to Italy, I sit in a coffee shop sipping an espresso with my family. Across the sea from me the middle east is burning The med is one side paradise and one side hell. A sea that separates secular democracy, civil war and budding religious theocra