Reposing in fortified edifice
Overlooking tattered hovels,
Broken dreams that never
Took flight.
Counting his earnings
From the sweat of
Indentured
Beings.
Surveying his lands,
Faceless toiling peasantry,
Noble tradition reverberating
In the present.
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