Who
Out amongst the Desert sand’s
‘are those most marvellous of buildings
‘to be built by hands.
The Ancient kings would claim that they and their crew ‘had assembled them all
‘But that just isn’t true .
After wondering around and looking for a home
‘the Desert folk just found them and claimed as their own .
Someone defiled the Sphinx and changed its head
‘ that noble tribute of Leo’s constellation
‘was now quite dead .
As the years passed by ‘ those original builders now long forgotten
‘History became wrong with its foundations all rotten.
What of our past and where did we go ?
how come once so clever then suddenly so slow ?
Oh ! for a worm hole to travel back to that past
‘and so answer those questions
That I’ve always asked .
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