Eyes of Ra

"Go forth and dig in the valley of the kings!
I hear there is great fortune and treasure
down there among the dead."

That was a command to glory.
Two years of scouring the desert,
turning up only sand and rock.
"Onward! Dig onward!"

The diggers pay with sweat and blood, without will.
They built these pyramids without pay,
They can dig for more greatness
They will not taste the fruit of their labor.
Down, further from the eyes of Ra, they dig on.
Never waiver the prospect.

When the pick strikes the sarcofogus,
Only vipers lay inside.

I had been robbed long ago.