O Hatshepsut, born of Amun-Ra
Reigning woman king of Upper and Lower Egypt
Restorer of Karnak, builder of temples
Respected by people of all times
Falcon Pharaoh’d flew into the horizon
To weigh her heart against the feather
Memories erased from walls and minds
To continue a lineage of men
Ma’at cast her back to earth
Body and tomb lost to time
Until the birds once again had flown
From horizon to red earth anew
Betwixt her legs was restored
Manhood to reign
With wisdom of histories
And heart of a woman
William Deir Mott
Progeny of the revered
Draped in the finest cloths
Overflowing with greatness
A young and restless babe
Cried with an iron lung
Giv’n every whim
On the tip of a golden spoon
Grew to be a young man
With thoughts unlike his peers
Wanted to spread wealth throughout
His inheritance worthless unshared
His goodness stretched too far
Self lost with each piece bestowed
Sunset on a shell of remains
Red earth bones for the birds to pick.
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