Queen Hatshepsut's Monologue
Many palace and temple
walls carry my images;
My subjects chant my name,
whenever I am at their sight
or not; Foreigners spread
my name and status throughout
the world
After thousands of wheat
harvests, I wonder whether
my images on palace and temple
walls will still be seen, to boast
memories of my royal status;
I wonder whether this land of Isis,
will still be chanting my name;
I wonder whether the sands of time,
will have buried my legacy or not...
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