To Nelson Mandela - Djibril Zakaria Sall

All is dark around me 

My ideas are gagged 

And the world works backward 

God! I am alone on the balcony of Life 

Say to the Tomb - Bios Diallo

And

Say to the tomb, without pride

Here the poem ends

Let my pen - Djibril Zakaria Sall

Let my pen

gather the pollen

from SPIRIT’S flower:

Poetry and I - Mbarka Mint al-Barra’

The sin is that I wasn't a stone

     And the troubles of the world make me sleepless

And I shield myself with poetry

     And it keeps me company when I'm far from home

The meaning of the Circus - Tène Youssouf Gueye

Distant carillons  of the Great Copper Clock
veiled echoes of bugles and the song of crowds (choir of
great communal feasts, syncopated applause descending
into the depths along green abysses)
we climb back up the dreams to the blue height of stars
all the way to the sonorous circus tiers
resplendent in light.

More rich taints yer! - Mamoudou Lamine Kane

At Nouakchott’s reddened intersections,
Baseless arrogance behind each wheel
Pouring down pot-holed roads
Towards who knows what hazy occupations.

Justice Is Done - Amadou Oumar Bâ

Beaten up,
Robbed,
Hospitalized?

Message from a Martyr - Mbarka Mint al-Barra’

Fire your bullets -- our hearts are already ablaze
       In this land, grief wells up from my distress