The Tribal King

In lands afar where sin took root, For centuries thrived 'ere they came to loot. The devil’s ships, too fierce to ignore, Hath brought terror and death ashore, And slaves in chains by the score. The tribal boy king, too young to command, Watched his people fall, the death of their land. Captured, alone, in a cage to be sold, Sailed to America, for cotton to be sowed.

Chain

SOLANA

Network

Solana

Contract

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