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In the Name of the Pope

Vanguard in death and deception,
Innocent hearts heed to his illusion.
Cry Mama Africa, cry for your children.
Angels with dark countenances are raised against them.
Rise black man, awake from your slumber,
Inactivate the medium that is deceiving you.
Understand, no! over stand the number:
Six, six, six is the number of a man.

From the west they came, with bibles and guns,
Igniting a fire, a burning desire to be like them.
Lost in the labyrinths of prayer, summoning gnomes and goblins;
In persuasion we fly with angels and jinns,
Incarcerated in spins of sins.

Dark is our external shades, but our heart is as red as blood.
Ethiopian blood stained the suit of the woman we dearly loved.
Is the black child a sacrifice to god, their god?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/1/2010 9:54:00 PM
No child, no culture, no religion should be sacrificed for another. The invaders from the west wanted the African people to be like them. People worldwide should have the opportunity to live freely without the tainted influence of another society. Powerful poem, Earle. It reminds me of a song from the musical play "1776" titled "Molasses to Rum to Slaves." You can find it on youtube. I've seen it there. It is a very powerful song, a real show stopper! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 9/1/2010 8:42:00 PM
this is very good Earle. I can almost see a little voo doo in that sixth line. Although I don't know enough of your situation to quite understand the last line. Would like to hear more about it in a soup mail if you care to. Regards, Charles
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