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.

….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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