Fall of the modern Pharaoh.

This short poem is about the way some people deal with money and material things, leaving aside more important values.

Bought the world, asked for change

Taharka built in fire

Wall Street his empire

Did not see the Nile flood

With no poem written

With no beloved nor care

Under a roof he couldn't bare

Fled away to seek himself

Chained soul

Ran through a hundred fields

Wasn't worth a single one

Died alone

In a distant shore

Forgotten by everyone

Author's Note

First of all, it's worth mentioning that English isn't my first language (not even the second, for that matter), so I apologize if this translation seems somehow too simplistic. Also, please don't hesitate to point grammar mistakes, I'll be happy to correct them. My appreciation in advance for any comments from eventual readers.

Reviews

[pumpkin head]

Very well written, deep writing

[Wolf]

Very nice writing!
I love it! ^_^
Keep up the good work!