In a hymn Dear Lord we sing
“There shall be showers of blessing
This is the promise of love”
But here in Tripoli Dear Lord
We experience bullets raining from the sky
Here in the main square
We witness fountain like blood spurts
Humanity shrieking in throbbing agony
Life severed for ever
For seeking out democratic freedom
“There shall be seasons refreshing
Sent from the Savior above”
Oh! Lord of the Rising Sun
Give us respite from this despot
Liberate us from his throes of anger
We seek our liberation Dear Lord
Amen
