The Wheels of Life are Cruel to the Cruel

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life ended.

No loved one surrounding him.

No eulogy are read on his name.

Drag from a gutter and shot.

That is no way for a human to die.

Would he done things different if he knows that the people he savagely treated will throw the same savagery to him?

Maybe not.

“http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/278742/Dont-Shoot-Colonel-Gaddafi-begs-for-his-life-as-he-is-gunned-down-in-sewer

….But he was dragged out before being gunned down with a 9mm pistol.

As his body was removed, soldiers sprayed graffiti at the entrance to the concrete pipe.

It read: “This is the place of Gaddafi, the rat…God is the greatest.” Footage on a mobile phone showed him looking dazed and frightened.

But surrounded by the rebel soldiers he appealed: “What did I ever do to you?”

His body in army fatigues soaked with blood was bundled into the back of a pick-up truck and driven to Misrata – the town where his henchmen unleashed wave after wave of atrocities against rebel forces.

There, another photograph emerged showing the dictator stripped of his clothes and with three, smoke-blackened bullet holes visible in his temple.

It later emerged that 69-year-old Gaddafi’s son Mutassim, 33, was killed during the firefight in Sirte. ….”

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