There Is Slavery in Mauritania
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; aopicho@yahoo.com)

There are black slaves in Mauritania
Indentured Patel Slaves in India
Black Slaves in Mali
Black Slaves in Nigeria
Black Slaves in Niger
White Slaves in Russia
Muslim slaves in Senegal
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

Today, December 2013
There are black slaves in Mauritania
serving the white Berbers
Toiling from morning to late evening
working under desert sun like soulless beasts
with no single pay, with no human dignity
there are black slaves in Mauritania.

Let us all go slowly and slowly to fight
In the Islamic city of Nouakchott
To demolish evil monuments of slavery
With our entire human mighty let us fight
With our blood, sweat and soul
Fight slavery the human vice in Mauritania
Free them all black slaves to freedom
Black moor, black Africans, Afro-Mauritanians
From the shackles of slavery to white Berbers,
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

There are women in slavery in Nouakchott
Herding camels and goats, donkeys and mules
Black women ***** in the field alongside animals
Enslaved women ***** in the field as children look
Black women ***** in the field as goats and sheep watch
Black women of Mauritania are in deep tribulation
All their pregnancies a protégé of white ****
No child of love, wedlock or out of romance
There are black slaves in Mauritania

There are a million black slaves in Mauritania
Some know of their fate some know not
Their doom of chattel slavery
Where man is sold away like a wooden spoon
Away to a willing buyer a slave is sold
Away to a fellow slave master man is donated
As a wedding gift or a birthday token
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

When a white Berber king dies
The journey before him is long and arduous
The journey to heaven is long indeed
He can’t go alone he needs a hand
Two live slaves are buried along with him
The slave master the white Berber
To provide hand and service to the master off to heaven
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

In the city of Nouakchott Muslim enslave Moslem
Against the holy law of Mohammed,
As long as they are black Africans and moors
Islam is neither fortress nor succor for them
Against the racist urge for enslavement
White Berbers the rich of Nouakchott
Enslave Black Muslim and half Black Muslim
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

It is true god of Christians and Allah of Moslem
Owe apology to enslaved black humanity
God and Allah should apologize to Africanity
God said, Jews can **** a non Jewish slaves is no sin
Albeit, killing a Jewish slave is sin
Jews only to be slaves for seven years
That, slaves venerate your masters
That, non-Jewish slaves are in life slavery
Their sire slaves of the master
Jewish slaves give birth to children
Non-Jewish slaves give birth to slaves
Allah said, Muslim can enslave all non Muslims
O! Africa! There are black slaves in Mauritania.

Liberated slaves of Mauritania go back
In the sand dunes and dents of slavery
Teach your folks both master and slaves
The fruit of freedom from religious utopia
Tell the slaves to ignore the Quran and the Bible
For these are none other than handmaids of slavery
Stupid bliss, blind faith, O! Archaic pusillanimity
there is black slaves in Mauritania.

Let the slaves read and teach others to read
Fanon Omar the son of Algeria
Walter Rodney son of Guyana
Aime Cesaire son of the north
Ousmane of Senegal the wood of Islam
Amilcar Cabral the verdant cape
Malcolm X and Paul Freire, pedagogy of slavery
Marcus Garvey and The black souls of W Dubois
There are black slaves in Mauritania

For me and my house I stand for freedom
For me and my house I stand for human dignity
For me and my house I stand for diversity in humanity
For me and my house I will never enslave a fellow human being
For me and my house I better serve Marxism down to my infinity
Other than flirting with christo-islamic glorification of slavery
Slaves in Mauritania have tyranny of numbers over the Berbers
Stand up and fight the few slave drivers in Mauritania
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

External energy of unfocused origins
Drawn in and held with nowhere to release
Can cause a vessel to explode into nothingness
Unleash I preach and beseech

To channel and follow through with proper reception
Sustaining the flow and fusion in perception
Can create a harmonic weave between spirit and body
As the mind, the plant from seed of divinity's resurrection

Forgetting our practice and purpose in action
Hollowing the mighty tree we've reached
Will make for the implosion of the heart and mind
Desire and satisfaction's meet out of reach

Bring it in and carry it deep
Let it out and see with eyes wide
discern the instruments and follow the melody
Relieve yourself of pusillanimity and be your guide
Keep it moving
Keep it steady
Keep your aim

In the coldness and the dark
Emptiness, existance stark
Not so much as a tiny spark
Unable to utter one remark

The emptiness of this void
Where mind and spirit are destroyed
Where despair is there deployed
Leaves you feeling paranoid

To all you call humanity
Ends now your affinity
Leaving you in calamity
And pusillanimity

Never from this place to move
Stuck forever in this groove
Never goodness to reprove
Of your wellness none behoove

Lost to you are faith and hope
As if pulled out by a rope
You not knowing how to cope
In the blackness vainly *****

And although you loudly cry
No one seems to even try
To lend you aid though nearby
All so simple but then why?

In you're every waking thought
A hopeless end that comes to nought
In a web seems to be caught
All the joy that you forgot

Out of the darkness of your fear
****** your mind of any cheer
Keenly edged and oh so near
It seems to you to be so dear

In this place of blackest mire
Death becomes your sole desire
As you begin to slowly tire
Of all the things you did admire

What would I do to be free?
End the life given me?
In this state I seem to see
No way to prosperity

Secret, all the world's a secret
All the world's a whisper game
Sometimes I wonder about all the
Things that people never say

The king who murdered for the crown
The queen who drove him to the deed
The rook who speaks no words and only
To the lonely seems to scream

The bishop's shadow of a doubt
The knight's pusillanimity
The little pawn who'd wear that crown
And wreak her vengeance as the queen

Secret, all the world's a secret
All the world's a whisper game
Whence and whither
Hie thee hither
To the king without a name