The land my son is a fruit of eternity
ideologies will wither away with the clicking clock of time
civilization will dwindle to dust
like meteorite hurriedly passing
from nowhere to somewhere not here.
Pyramid constant like gravity itself
will break down into desert sand
living tombs of pharaoh covered only
by the umbrella of sky itself.
Future will be interwoven with the past.
The land my son will remain the fruit of eternity.