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.