Shame On The Pharaoh Poem by Mason Maestro

Moses staff swell to a song
Subsonic waves of a gong
Exhortation, a persuasion to action
Tactics for a twelve-tribe faction
Foemen drawing will destroy us
Segmental to existential crisis

Well, you greet the mixed multitudes
Frescoes in tow and desert platitudes
Crossing a seabed of repute and fame
The concourse of pharaonic shame
Side by side Smith Mycenaeans abreast
Sands of Arabian tales compressed

Not a grumbler's guide to gratitude
Or amblers racing for those Aqaba's bars
Four-wheel carting with the patriarch stars
They wouldn't want to break their bands
Barreling across the sea floor
And Pharaoh clambering toward the shore