Mama Africa

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Mother of great children
A home of a wonderful people
Magnificent culture, heritage for generations
A mass of stupefying black beauty;

Abound is sweet oneness
For her children so diverse
Rich in rare ingenuity
In ways beyond description
Come thee homeless
A home’s so warm, mama loves.

Copyright ©Vincent de Paul, 2012

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