Bridget Pearson

(Navenne, France)

Hail Africa - Poem by Bridget Pearson

Hail Africa,
Full of race,
The lords be with you,
You are cursed among nations,
And black flesh, the fruit of your soil, is cursed.
Holy Africa,
Mother of humans,
Cry for us, killers,
Now, and at the hour
Of your death,

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  • (5/7/2008 2:11:00 PM)

    You made mockery of the African continent and the Catholic prayer Hail Mary. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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