Western Desert - Cairo

The cries and wails of a fluster of kites

Swooping down on the fringe of where he could have been by now

Stumbling through the crowds — intensely colored sounds

As the sun pierced a hole through the ashen haze

Hot, parching winds off the Western Desert

Scatter the dreams of the last regime and other powers take their place

On the shifting sands of constant change

Monumental tombs demand the respect

Legends of the pharaohs and their kingdoms are due

Glories of old now struggle with the

Clash of conflicting views in a troubled age