IN PRAISE OF THY UNPRAISEWORTHINESS, LIBYA.

THIS POEM IS ABOUT SLAVERY RESURRECTED IN: Tripoli, Libya (CNN, 2017) — « Eight hundred, » says the auctioneer. « 900 … 1,000 … 1,100 … » Sold. For 1,200 Libyan dinars — the equivalent of $800. Not a used car, a piece of land, or an item of furniture. Not « merchandise » at all, but two human beings. One of the unidentified men being sold in the grainy cell phone video obtained by CNN is Nigerian. He appears to be in his twenties and is wearing a pale shirt and sweatpants. He has been offered up for sale as one of a group of « big strong boys for farm work, » according to the auctioneer, who remains off camera. Only his hand — resting proprietorially on the man’s shoulder — is visible in the brief clip — available at http://edition.cnn.com/2017/11/14/africa/libya-migrant-auctions/index.html.

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IN PRAISE OF THY UNPRAISEWORTHINESS, LIBYA.

Audio-Description by Gilles F. Dogbo

With heart-felt outrage.

Vitrine de Poésie

They say, “Jews & Muslims were once brothers worshipping the same eloh under the same tent.”

In praise of thy unpraiseworthiness, Libya:

I shall no longer bow down to any deity that knows not the value of my people’s lives,

Till someday somewhere below that pitiless sun of mine their souls are avenged.

They say, “Your people needed to make a point proving ‘the black race is the slave race’.”

In praise of thy unpraiseworthiness, Libya:

Neither my ink nor my powers shall rest until the heaven that awaits such slaughterers

Is turned in whichever abyss it may exist right now into the least desirable of chimeras.

You stored this bitter truth in my heart, “Humanity shares not a common destiny, never did & never will.”

That’s why a prophet has to rise from its own ashes to declare in each era:

“Let my people go, you assholes!”

In praise of thy unpraiseworthiness, Libya:

Upon my Nephil essence I vow, I swear upon my Poseidonian soul

To not let the weightiness of your evil go to nil.

— Gilles F. Dogbo

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