Shall we not tell the tale to our children
of the nameless ones
who would be gods of men
falling to earth atop pillars of fire
to enslave Ra's beloved
And how we threw them back into the heavens
our teeth stained with blood
hearts pumping the thick Nile mud
weeping for heroes lost
and silent witnesses
Sleep now
we will write your names in stone
that none shall forget
the fell deeds and honor
of the children of Iteru
