Abdisalem Hadthi and his son cowered
in the quiet of their living room,
at each torrent of bullets
that rained on the limestone brick
and mortar walls outside.
A unit of Gaddafi's gunmen burst in
through the door,
and ordered him at gunpoint
to hoist the green ensign on his rooftop outside.
"I told them that I was a loyalist,"
he stopped to recollect his will,
as his ey…
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