The worst of the world is gone
The forgotten few remain
Bound in glue and sticky tape
The world stands still
From the gods of the Ancient World
From the slaves and those of gold
It is here we learn the real truth
Of what the world proposed
It was a god of Ancient Egypt
That helped prepare for the after life
As the pyramids grew taller
Voices could be heard
For as the world force knew
Somebody would burn
From the screams of the tower
People could still hear
The raspy sort of breathing
From the king or queen so near
From the time of Ancient Egypt
To the time that time forgot
Every time a pharoah died
The time had come to a stop
A contest entry
- The EGYPT Contest!!! by NooNiThEWitcH.
463 points, ended August 1, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
this is a poem about death and how death was perceived in the Ancient World
Comments
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Dark, sad, and interesting. I loved the ending!
Thank you for entering this in my contest.
Keep on writing and good luck.
Nooni
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love it
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