Author:Essa Bokarr SEY
My innerside has been stirred!
  Stirred by a stampede caused by events and blank reasons.
  Reasons are blank where rationality has been raped by a senseless ape!
  This is when my land is crying.
  Crying,crying,crying!!!
  Weep not land....Hmmm..weep not am not deaf neither do I have wax on those ear drums!
  Say Nay! to the slaying hammers and hummers!
  Say Nay! to those blades of a vampire!
  I cannot release this thought from my chest.
  Can you do so brother?
  Can you do so sister?
  I can hear the drumbeats, I can hear the rumbling sounds from the rear.
  The rear is at the back,this rear is also near.
  'Bamba Kolong'!
  This noise is deafening!
  Good God of grace please tell this unpalatable swipes they cannot catch Samba!
  Alaafiya!
  It is on the way,on the way,on the way!
  The more you throttle your handles of evil speed,the more I feel confident.
  Release the team in jeans! Release them vampire!
  Do not search the dark because of these poems!
  These poems have a purpose.
  The purpose does not compose stories,it reveals the side effects of evil then recruits!
  How many recruits so far?
  Ask your mates at former GPMB!
  Do you think they are not amateurs?
  They are funny puppets!
  This is when my land is crying...Crying for help,crying for shelter.
  This shelter is from a hiding castle where evil fangs shall never strike the citizenry again.
  The closer I come the more paranoid you become.
  Endless arrests! endless threats! endless stretchers.
  I told you so on June 9th 2003!
  I told you so,time is my partner and the partner of truth.
  I swear by the holy grave of Maba my grand father in Sine.
  I swear by the holy grave of my grand father Hammad in Bundu.
  My poems are not meant for jokes!
  The readers are right there waiting drinking the clues.
  Those who drink will not be drunk like bats.
  They will drink sense and sweat reason!
  Get ready Junkung.
  You said you are brave!
  Do not forget the beginning,do not forget the reasons behind the beginning.
  I told you so,I told you Samba does not relinquish this responsibility.
  This is not a slippery glass held between numb fingers.
  This is a hot handle held by firm hands.
  He who does not know the reason behind these poems may ask mystery.
  Mystery is not mischief.
  I swear by the holy names of the most High and most Powerful the time is fast approaching.
  Arrest,detest,and search for conquest in your evil psyche-You cannot!
  This is not about you,it is about cosmic power.
  Leaving the palace is about to be.
  Leading the parade is also about to be!
  Your speed is like the speed of an old monster car without engine oil.
  Stop for a while and think about your own grave too!
  Have you bought a grave?
  Haven't you bought one in Kansala?
  You know and I know this fight is not new.
  It is not old either.
  My only battle is against you.
  Once you fly I will stay away and pray before Rabb!
  Our battle refreshes itself every day and every night.
  Tackling the saddles of speeding horses near a turtle is like, when racing bicycles are following jets.
  Can you?
  Do  not burn your remains before the last breathe!
  My poems are here to stay "Wollaahi" they are here to beat the heat out of your fuming chest.
  This is a promise,your canon's fodder cannot smoke!
  Stop the bluff. Stop the Kansala bluff!
  Please get back to the marabout and ask him more about Samba.
  Those arrested,those being arrested,those you intend to arrest have nothing to do with Samba.
  You know where the cause is wrapped.
  Wait for the faithful DayX.
  It will be on a bright sunny day!
  Meet me in Kansala!