I’m waiting for the man I hope to wed.
I’ve never seen him – that’s the funny part.
I promised I would wear a rose of red,
Pinned on my coat above my fluttered heart,
So that he’d know me – a precaution wise,
Because I wrote him I was twenty-three,
And Oh such heaps and heaps of silly lies…
So when we meet what will he think of me?
It’s funny, but it has its sorry side;
I put an…
Don’t be fooled to believe news media. History is something else. Democracy after fall of Moammar was big news. Arab Spring gave way to something else and the situation in Libya is neither here nor there. Similarly in Egypt those who wanted a decent life free from want repression threw Mubbarak regime. What did it bring but worse situation than before that the army had to step in. This cannot be…