Libya Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

Thousands of miles from Timbuktu
Deep in the ancient Kingdom of Mali
Brothers exchange love ''Assalamualaikum''
I'm going to Libya, says the migrant called Ali.

Everyday from sunset to sunrise
We bear witness to the mass migration
Of many brothers, Oh I wish it was otherwise
For many will not reach that destination.

Libya, the cradle of modern day slavery
Is a magnate that lures desperate Africans
Escaping economic hardships and poverty
Just to end up dead like sardines in cans.

Oh Africa, where are all of your leaders?
What have we done to deserve this evil?
Is it because of the hueys of of our leathers?
When did we become the slavery anvil?

Mant to man, is so unjust says Bob Marley
But Arab to Black Africans is another sad story
Why are Black people being sold into slavery?
Why is the whole world sitting so supinely?