Midst Egypt, the desert land, flew ‘Red River’ Nile,
He irrigated her; made her ever fertile;
Common humans, like birds and flies, lived with no guile,
Weren't, even then, Cain-Able-like enmity rile...?
Wars, in primitive form, did minds and hearts defile,
The dead, within Pyramids, did live long awhile;
Modes modern; morals much mean; faces full of smile,
Land and wealth and power had been human profile;
Civilization did pass through many a mile,
Though looks dead, will she become forever worthwhile...?
02 October 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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