Reaching For The Whips Poem by Daegal

By the Great Pharaoh’s command,
He held within his pristine hand,
The tools to make his work complete:
Fettered hands and grazèd feet.

Building fast from stone and sand,
They raised it high, above the land,
A pyramid to made by the brave:
Who, in their tongue, were each called slave.

In Egypt’s strange and baying wind,
Where danced the souls of those who sinned,
And by the borders of an ancient dream,
The King became marvelled by the Nile’s gleam.