Pandemos - Poem by Victor Nyalali
How many that had came into you
Have all came out, dead!
To your sleeping place, they'd came
To rest their heads,
Upon your twin firm ones, the pyramids...
And by your bodily adornments
You had them lured;
Like bees by flowers, flaunt on a grave.
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