Hapi Poem by Raj Reader

When I came out of the deep blue ocean

The fools thought my old statue has been found;

Lost in the current of timelessness like

The memory of faded album of

The unfortunate destiny of

The old Egypt where I was born to rule

The Nile; replaced by the fresh blood; let not

To drink my water; overthrown me by

The rod-that they proud of-also had been gone;

And replaced by the master of two rods

Those have been also buried underneath

The old sun; buried behind the hot sand

Of The desert and I laugh and see all

From the torn pages of the history

To See the many burials; however

I govern the Nile and remain silent.