By Ousman Drammeh
Oh, Mauritanian Sea
Have you turned to become a red sea?
Why should you drink
The blood of adolescents
Who had never stolen?
Even a saliva of liquid from you
You have shattered and perished
The dreams of innocent families
Wanting to move away from the syndrome
Of nothingness to somethingness
Within the blink of an eye
Through their sons and daughters
Oh, the Ocean Vehicle
You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing
And an enemy of progress
For a futuristic development
Why did you betray our legal contract?
Of sailing our souls
To a greener pasture
Would I ever trust you again?
With the remaining fragile eggs
Of my dearest basket
I say No and no
Because I don’t wanna be
A town crier of my misfortunes
Caused by my negligence and greed
Should I continue selling fish
For my own selfish interest
No is my response!
You have taught me a bitter lesson
That I shall never forget
Throughout my entire life
You have betrayed my trust
Of our long standing friendship
And I have decided to break our contract
Henceforth, I say no to Back Way
“Tekki fi” becomes my slogan now
Because I have divorced back way
Journey mercy to the fallen souls
*Poet: Dra One*
