For Moammar

greg skidmore
Such a terrible thing
that the world would
want one man to die.
Moammar leave, hide.
I do not want your blood
on my hands.
Live with your wealth
and sins.
All the tortured and murdered
are comfortabley dead.
And you have your delusions.
And I will sleep this night.

Published by greg skidmore

30 years a professional chef now retired and involved in commentary, creative writing and all things lyrical  View profile

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