At the Pharaoh’s

By Indi Riverflow | March 25, 2013

I don’t often go Biblical on my verse, but when I do, the irony is so thick you can’t slice it with a lightening bolt. In honor of Passover, the melodrama-laden festival of liberation and libation…this is “just” a poem…

Let my people go, I told the Pharaoh
Let them go from their conceptual bondage!
Let them be liberated from their limited horizons
Let them be free to finally see
That after all this we’re still in slavery

Let my people go, I told the Pharaoh
And they are all my people
From the starving poor
To the Masters of War
They are my people and they will till your fields no more

Let my people go, I warned
Or before your Empire is mourned
The sea will swallow your screams of horror
Ten plagues I shall call
Each shall bring down another layer of walls
Until your pyramid finally falls
Let my people go, Pharaoh,
For you too are held in the trap
There is a way out and here is the map

Let my people go from the Black Iron Prison
The pentagon fortress of Western Material Rationalism!
Let my people go from the dark dungeons
Of dogmatic frozen sons of schism
Let my people go, for only as one can we be freed
Let my people go, from the poison pill of greed
Let my people go, or the plagues will descend
And your children will desert you and all you intend
Just be sure the signature’s nice and clear
Or we risk releasing the worst of your Dynasty’s fears
The Revolting Mummies and Nile Crocodile Tears
Attacking your ancient delicate ears

Let my people go, Pharaoh
It’s for your own good
These pyramids are ruining the neighborhood
Let my people go, for you live here too
Something’s got to go,
So like this a cat a few thousand years ago
I say, Pharaoh, let my people go!
Let my people go!
Let my people go!
They are all my people, every last one
Your house will be troubled
Until our freedom is won.

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