A Letter To Libya Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

" ALETTER TO LIBYA"

This were the voice of the
Victims, crying beneath their
Voice less soul,

Their land was punched with
Penury, and by their
Bad government,
Who failed them in Covenant,

Arabic brethren, we're
Black brothers from same
Womb mocking
The mother that bred us,

We're on same road to
Struggle and Survivor,
Don't kill this child of your
Brother from
Another border,

Oh children of Judah,
See how they Reaves,
And raped their people for
Seven silvers,

Even the shivering sea cries
For the blood of a brother,
Froze the fray,

Rend this crave of greed,
Crack this cradle of Crime in
Humanity,

Oh children of Jacob,
Don't sell this
Soul to the Egyptian
Slaves,

I look back at yesterday's
Strokes, and lashesof cane
On our Father's back,
Yet the wound is not the pains
We bear, but the brother that
Cursed our Father's land,

A pale Shadow left to linger
In pain,
Save my skin, oh my kin,
We're one Africa with
Black blood,

The price has been paid
By our Forebearers who
Bear the pain with their
Back for us,

And yesterday's pain
Still hurt me today,
As my father's tears
Still wet my chin,

That Rome might not
Rejoice over the
Capture of the black
Hannibal, and beauty of Carthage,

Do not soil the sigils
Of Africa,
Peace and unit,
For black is beautiful.