Poetry: In Memory of Libya Again!

Flip
To a page of rhyme once written
Sheet is going on ’round the world
Libya is but a current…quoting
Writhing has it furled

On the pages of strife;
The papyrus of a black man’s life
Ancient scroll as of old
Reed on which history foretold

Haunted tales that loom
With the revelations of doom:
Suffrage, deceit, hardships and death-
Marks of these times, times their ‘slavedom’ births

Shackles,whippings,abuse, threats and fear that cracks the mind like caked mud,
Death-dens where the lust of wealth thud
Low the conscience of men.
The price of a black man’s life is like a pen –
Cheap.

To think that one has seen it all
The sons of men have built wickedness ’round their conscience as walls
Fencing out every ounce of humanity on which emotions fall
Tis true- the heart of man is desperately wicked

Snizel