ISIS

flying through the desert
power of a sandstorm
friend and benefactor
of the less fortunate
the underdogs

she of the beauty
stamped on for eons
goddess of children
and the dead

unto her name
pain arose
like a tower
from the land of beginnings
pain knows no mercy

they worship him
standing tall and screaming
with laughter at the naivete
of humans
pain has conquered
and will remain

Isis, the pharaoh
heed her no more
there is a new world
and it doesn't know her
but it knows ISIS
and worship him.