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The Slave's Dream

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Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand;
His breast was bare, his matted hair
Was buried in the sand.
Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,
He saw his Native Land.

Wide through the landscape of his dreams
The lordly Niger flowed;
Beneath the palm-trees on the plain

Once more a king he strode;
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Sochukwu Ivye 15 October 2017

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.

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Duncan Stephen 21 November 2015

Very poignant poem.Expresses the sadness of the black king brilliantly

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