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Muammar my son!
You were so young then
When I taught you ways
To make you human
From a tender age
I thought you would listen
How you used to chase rats
Kill innocent rodents
Chasing them away
From the compound with cats
I warned you my dear son
Let them live peacefully
Lest they regroup and conquer
Now look at yourself son
You run away like rats
Into dungeons
Will you die like them?
Saddam or those rodents?
All honor & glory gone,
Besides you are now a rat
Hiding missiles in a hole
I thought you took heed then,
But you wouldn’t listen
Eish! Gaddafi my son!
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