Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand;
His breast was bare, his matted hair
Was buried in the sand.
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Very poignant poem.Expresses the sadness of the black king brilliantly
Brain candy. The poet wears the soul of the many here. The poet serves as the mouth-piece of the sorrowed, here. Sad but all-time piece.