Keep and cherish your land, you people of my land,
Lest you end in Egypt with burdens in your hands;
Carrying firestones to build Pharaoh's pyramids,
Only to die and be buried in the sand, embalmed in mud;
Stiff and decaying in an Egyptian sarcophagus of wood,
While your own land is led by eagles, birds, and their brood.
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