He died in a dry sandy desert,
that brave Sheikh out of history,
dehydrated, starving, and suffering
the heat; far from green fields was he.
And his death was a mystery.
His human remains were discovered
long after his name was 'no more'...
his faithful camel lying beside him,
vulchers coming back for sure to feast
on The Leader from days of yore
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