sweeping veils of desert sand
blind all eyes to guiding hands
through the ages
war over lands
incessant rages
brother against brother
witness the sages
we cite too well the dawning page
years again era
place of Pharaoh
golden face of Zion's dome
Truth in peace
asleep in Rome
alight the gilded hearth of home
of the family chosen whom
ordained in name
ascend the throne
their reign a fleeting mourning dove
as high tide, and low
Yet light and love
for knowledge, riches, glory strove
conquest by sword and bullets shone
in greatness and in grave are known
each imperial life a tome
and to each
an end is come
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