Pharaohs, emperors, and all kings, played their roles, still the world sings. Their voices were not lost nor buried Time revolves around them, unhurried. Men draped in gold, in whose veins blood is bitter, Palaces drenched in blood, still shine and glitter. They sit arrogantly upon their high thrones, until, one day a mighty warrior arrives to undo their wrongs. The deaths, slaughter of innocents remains untold, an unpainted blank canvas awaits to unfold. While Satan sits watching it all, gaily sneers, at the Pharaohs who obliged his vicious airs. The warrior amended the past with his sharp sword, singing a silent prayer of hymns, glorifying the Lord. AMEN The writer is a lawyer and social activist. She is an aspiring author who loves poetry and humour. She tweets at @ammara_gul Published in Daily Times, December 31st 2017.