The Slaves In Mauritania Poem by Ailla Rut

In the darkness
Of ages
Boys and girls
Are slogging
In fetters,
In subdued silence,
Their personality
Branded with red iron
Forever

Their masters
Trading their consciences
With weapons of torture
Reveling in their suffering
Terrorising them
With rape
Denying them of
The opportunity
To grieve pain
To laugh
To see a bird fly
To play
To run
To sing songs
To run to mother
For comfort
And to survey
The world
On dad’s mighty shoulders

And be boys and girls
In a smart-phone world.