mohamed Alpha Ba

Rookie - 167 Points (31-10-1991 / sierra leone)

mohamed Alpha Ba Poems

1. The West 2/22/2012
2. Never Alone 3/2/2012
3. My Serenade Of Hope 3/2/2012
4. The Race 3/14/2012
5. This Intimate Feeling 4/14/2012
6. In Every Move 4/14/2012
7. Sierra Leone At 51 4/27/2012
8. Two In Bed 5/16/2012
9. Reminiscing 6/7/2012
10. Farewell 6/11/2012
11. Burn In Hell 6/28/2012
12. To The President 7/11/2012
13. All Night Long 7/26/2012
14. If I Had Known 7/25/2012
15. I Will Vehemence In Your Name 7/26/2012
16. Happy Birthday 8/7/2012
17. Its You And Me 8/7/2012
18. Two Nation 6/24/2013
19. Dinner With The President 6/24/2013
20. Sinful Act Today 7/25/2013
21. Dawn Carpenter 7/25/2013
22. At The Seaside 12/16/2013
23. Nation Sacrisfies 1/31/2014
24. Proud Africans 5/19/2014
25. Life On A Bicycle 10/16/2012
26. Lonely Sou' 11/10/2012
27. Heart Broken 12/17/2012
28. I Will Keep On Praying 9/16/2014
29. A Direful Day 9/16/2014
30. I Found Favor In A Lake 9/16/2014
31. Take My Heart 9/18/2014
32. What A Dream It Was 9/22/2014
33. Nightmare 9/25/2014
34. The Dubious Ebola Game 9/25/2014
35. World Of Terror 11/17/2015
36. Cry African Child But Africa Will Rise 8/26/2014
37. My Loving Angel 9/18/2014
38. Rain Comes 10/1/2012
39. The Whore House 7/11/2012
40. Grumble 8/7/2012
Best Poem of mohamed Alpha Ba

Modern Day Slavery

Do you remember a day in colonial era,
when bariers and frontiers imposed on africa.
Reminiscing about that day
when the schools through which i had passed
the examination honours i had gained,
thought me of nothing else but foriegn people

this modern day slavery is
as savage and babaric to that which went before.
It may have ended in a dream,
in reality is like perfume smell wafting round us.
We sit in that summit to hear them waffle,
about how they will feed and dress us with aid
contolling us like dogs wagging it tails.
we are as pet under ...

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The West

this west coronation
that gather bunch of vengeance against us
hidden in humanity use as bludgeon
to impose kaul on our strong elite.

losing my land to these hags of hypocrite
burns and boil in my heart like acid
with painted favors leading them astray
turning me and using me against myself

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