Solomon C. Jatta

Rookie - 124 Points (18th february 1992)

An Elegy To A Rich Man

Here lies the son of the soil
Parted from his blood, toil and moil,
Wherever gold shined there his heart is
And where the rags gather there is not his,
Where the wind bubble with sound
There you find him around,
A son the master to a servant lend
But time has forever made him to the ground attend.

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