Sitting high and powerful, defiant and condescending
Is the chosen one, the pharoah.
The absolute, The ruler from heaven; as the world calls
And obediently at his feet it falls

He dreamt for a mark of his glory
A one of its kind, magnificent and grand
A monument to mark his rule of this land

Years and Years of toiling in the desert sun
Realising someone else’s dream
They remained occupied
Until one day when the glory was out of its hide

It looked sturdy and magnificent
Built With their flesh and blood
The symbol of glory would sure leave a mark
Just different one in each heart

The active years of their lives spent
They had no emotions to vent
The unsung heroes never again thought
What havoc to them, the pharoah’s dream has brought

Realising they won’t be remembered for long
They lived along singing the glory
Forgetting the mark it made
And waiting for the wounds to fade.