Omar: Nice & inspiration poem. I like the lst stanza. Gather a few panelists and get on the radios on April 10th & 11th to remember victims and pray for them and their families.  I look forward reading more of your submissions and I will never get tired of reading what happened then even though emotional.  It won't be late to join the others in getting this case to the ECOWAS court as well in seeking a redress while it is within the law since justice was never served.  Best always,Yero
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Subject: [>-<] BLOOD ON THE SHEETS (A poem)
Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2013 14:57:53 +0000




Folks, Its April, and once again our minds without doubt are revolving around  the events of this month in 2000, which led to a massacre of peacefully demonstrating Gambian students at the behest of dictator Yaya Jammeh. This year, I intend to share a poem with you every week and one on the 10th and 11th. In this connection, I hereby suggest that those of you who have the  inclination also contribute write-ups which have bearings on freedom, justice and the inadequacies of the status-quo in The Gambia in particular and any other jurisdictions in general. Towards this end I would like to start my personal contribution, with a poem some of you have already read.
 
                         BLOOD ON THE SHEETS (A POEM)
                          1
An embrace you made infamous
The selfish objective of your ingenuity
Never allowing candid expressions
That would reflect my experiences
Thus wickedly stemming the flow
Of my emotions of virgin purity
Enough for tasks of mountain proportions
You go without my respect
Yet you feign assumption of my responsibility
Your stupidity stands unfathomable
Summing up all my needs
Failing to request even a knod
To justify and make the embrace sweet
You get only blood on your sheets
                              2
There is blood on the road
And I cry for your rudeness
You pretender to gallantry
Shooting through my new garments
Have you ever heard of Goliah
Bukassa Mobutu and Abacha
Names to others so abominable
The heart and hearts from others you bought
The designs on me you brought
Your rape of my youths
The blood on the sheet is yours
                        3
Your bronze silver and notes
Folding my freedom in knots
Burying me in a fake tradition
Seducing me with tribulation
Your joy is sickening the nation
Take your hands off my shoulders
The ones that command your soldiers
Who rape maim and murder us
You hope to rest your fears
Your sins haunt the nation
Oh! oh! lets go to the river
To wash off marks revolting
The signs of your guilt and shame
The blood stains on your sheets
 
By: Omar Joof 
                                                                                  
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