Thursday, 20 October 2011

Poem for Gadhafi

19 The beauty of Africa is slain upon thy high places: how are the mighty fallen! 

20 Tell it not in DC, publish it not in the streets of UK; lest the daughters of the French rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph. 

21 Ye mountains of North Africa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain, upon you, nor fields of offerings: for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, the shield of Muamar Gadhafi. 1Samuel 1:19-21.

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