Across Time

1 I was the sister of Kaddafi, We lived in hungry desert land, But to the power came my brother - And we got bloodless dream of Marks. We built enormous social buildings, nobody paid for medcine, flat. at first we were some 7 millions. Under Kaddafi - 23. But then he came - who voted for Agama. He was a proud warrior, but sad one. They level country to the ground, And all our family was killed. 2 He was awarded by Agama. And sent to Syria again. He was more cheerful and proud. Agama got Nobel Peace prize I was a Syrian gril - the singing and dancing girl without aim. He was experience and missile was caught exactly in my brain. 3 He loved his president Agama, gave him his vote for the third time - And he was sent to Country Luxsher - a very cold and very far. Agama has imposed sanctions, country was ruined, people died, He killed the poetess of Luxsher by economic war this time. 4 They brought to Luxsher their 'values' - free sodomy - Agama liked, No pure Islam of Kaddafi. No Christianity in fact. And he returned back home - this warrior, he got Democracy awards. He turned on music of Prokofiev 'War and peace' chef-d'oeuvre by Tolstoy.