Your law is a dead letter.
Keep imagining history,
As pearls strung along
A superb thread
Each precious gem
Highlights
Another leader.
Another
Great event.
Bury me
In a wealth
Of Eurocentric narratives.
You can’t even read the names of your gods,
From beneath the rubble.
Soon it shall pass.

May all the liars,
Have their tongues
Cut from their mouths.
They claim to be our pharaohs,
And intact a cult around,
Their despotism to cement their claim.
Power begets power.
The ends, always justify the means.
The ends always justify,
The
Means.