Libya becomes bloodbath as Moammar Gadhafi begins lose grip on power. I support the Libyan people in the uprising against Gadhafi’s regime. For me, the serious unrest is reminiscent of a scene from the movie, Braveheart, where Sir William Wallace screams FREEEEEDOM right before losing his head after a long, arduous and disheartening struggle. Let this be a reminder that freedom often comes with a lethal sacrifice in human blood. Gadhafi is an evil man who is not going to give up without a deadly fight. I can feel the courage, and the thirst for freedom that Libyans are feeling. Gadhafi’s desperation emboldens and glorifies their effort. Believe me, Moammar is the real Cockroach. I am cheering for all Libyans to reach their deepest dream to find the peace that they deserve in this world, and in the hereafter. My heart is cheering for the people who are paying the price for freedom in the Middle East. It’s amazing this is happening in my lifetime. The most honorable deed is fighting for what is right, taking a stand for truth and defending what is most sacred. Freedom is tasty and it’s worth the high price. Don’t forget, It’s better to die fighting rather than on your knees, begging the enemy.
I support the libyan freedom fighters too. Here is a poem which I would like to dedicate to the freedom fighters of Libya. I salute them. Keep on fighting dudes. freedom is just round the corner. Dont give up.
Suppression, I accept not
a poem by Bhuwan Thapaliya
I came into this world
not like the river but like a drop of water
and will soon evaporate
Though, I am only a drop of water in the majestic ocean of nature
I yearn to create a vigorous ripple of freedom, in the eternity of the water
For I am a man of eternal freedom,
and suppression I accept not …
I will not accept it
The living God within me urges me to be free, and to
march on the road of freedom sans any dread
My heart, like Einstein, thinks in another dimension
unknown and unknowable …
even to my own mind
And like Goethe, looks at things in a different manner,
different than those thinkers
bestowed with pristine minds
Freedom, the gift of God, is the inherent right
of every individual
in this compressed world
I will fight till the end to free the masses
from the grip of suppression
and ignite the lamp of freedom
I will free the masses or die in the attempt
but I will never live to see
the naked dance of repression
I am not afraid of those suppressors,
nor am I afraid of the death
that they are planning for me;
they can kill me but not freedom forever
My blood boils whenever I see the strong ones
pulverising the lean, and my heart cries
whenever I see the starving pauper
in the abattoir of the prosperous butcher
For me
a red rose is a red rose
it is not white just because they call it white
to disguise the ignorant
They can conquer Everest but not my spirit
they can stagnate the river
but not my impetus
They can take my sight away
but not my vision of freedom
They can cut my tongue into pieces
but not my voice of freedom
They can stab me with the dagger of despotism
but not impede the blood of freedom
I know the road to freedom is blocked with obstacles
but obstacles cause no despair
if they are encountered with hope
We must act now and not merely just look away
when our freedom
is threatened from within
Because it is better to perish without freedom
than to have a yearn for freedom
but not the valour to harvest it
Don’t be a coward …
Be prepared to receive bullets to your chest
because, in the struggle of freedom, tolerance
of suppression is an offence
Stand up … stand up
Gather your courage. Come out
into the field; let’s march hand in
hand together, right beneath the
nose of the suppressors, for the
emancipation of our freedom
Let us not forget that …
The ocean is composed of drops
of water, and all drops possess
equal potentials, but only, when
they mix with other drops do
they form a powerful bond
So …
Listen, my oppressed brothers
listen, my trodden sisters
listen … listen
to the natural desire
of your ceaseless soul
Do not fear
trust your soul
and march ahead
with a resolute heart
for the better tomorrow
And scatter
the seeds of freedom,
where does it go?
it does not matter
scatter it more with hope
Welcome the freedom
welcome it today
and enjoy it evermore
but do not use your freedom
to suppress the people’s soul
to suppress the people’s soul