When Akhenaten’s father,
old Amenhotep,
who had many wives,
fell ill, Tushratta,
his Mitanni
father-in-law,
who was fond of him,
sent an image
of the goddess,
Ishtar of Nineveh —
“she would cure him,
if anyone could, ”
he thought —
“poor chap! ”
Sadly, Tushratta,
who was a nice man,
later was murdered
by a Hittite:
he deserved better
than that —
poor chap!
Note: Amenhotep was probably Tutankhamun's grandad :)
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A rabid reflection that paints a powerful picture of disappointment and sadness. Well done my friend!