A Line in the Sand
My fingers barely touched the sand,
Before I was surrounded.
The Horus Guards, Ra's mighty servants,
From my inscription I was hounded.
Ran through the streets, across the roofs,
My lungs were on fire.
Through crossroads and alleyways,
My situation dire.
But eventually I was caught,
Under a statue of our god.
And thus to the naquadah mine,
I was forced to plod.
Worked all through the boiling day,
And the frigid night.
A fate shared by many others,
A universal plight.
And all this, as I reflect,
For a line drawn in the sand.
Ra's rule cannot go unchallenged,
Someone must take a stand.