Egypt In Twilight

They’ll flock round you from ever side,

no matter where you stand.

And with fake goods try to divide,

your cash and closed hand.

Through dirty teeth and rough accent,

they shout out deals galore.

Then fleece you of your every cent,

til you will stand no more.

If you want Nefertiti’s bust,

but at a price that’s fair.

Rejecting their first bids a must,

try half price if you dare.

And when one makes a strong approach,

remember to stay calm.

I doubt you’ll wear that scarab broach,

that’s sitting in his palm.

You’ll never get a price that’s true,

no matter how you try.

They are world class at what they do,

so best just walk on by.

Some think them sly and wonder how,

they even sleep at night.

It’s just their way of coping now,

for Egypts in Twilight.

Their gold and wealth's all lost in time,

it’s powers almost spent.

Relying now on foreign dime,

with which to pay the rent.

The last ditch change to raise some cash,

of every man or boy.

Is hawk a trade with tongues that lash,

the graves for those too coy.

So spare a thought and go one day,

to this great land of awe

By coming here on holiday,

you’ll also help the poor.