04 February 2017

Ra'qedyet -- A Poem

Ra'qedyet

A Poem by D. Denise Dianaty

An historical poem


“Ra'qedyet, or Râ-Kedet, was the original name of the city of Alexandria on the northern coast of Kemet, before it was renamed by Alexander the Great. Ra'qedyet is believed to have existed about 700 to 1000 years before Alexander even came to that site. The logic now is not that Alexander built his city on the same site as Ra'qedyet, but that he used an already flourishing city and simply expanded upon it!" -- From Ancient Worlds, an online website: http://www.ancientworlds.net/aw/Places/Property/1034345

Tell me more…
  I want to know…
  What came before…
  Before Alexander’s hell-bent stamp
  Upon cultures already ancient 
  when his own still cowered in caves
  Tell me about it…Tell me more…
  Tell me… tell me… tell me, please
  Of ancient Ra’qedyet

Like ill-fated Takht-e-jamshid
  where Alexander rested his feet…
  Yes… he rested his feet…
  His feet upon Xerxes’ table.
  Fair Parsa’s palace burned to ruin…
  it’s native name lost in time…
  It’s city recalled forevermore…
  by Greek arrogance… Persepolis!

Of all Carians, given up in fear…
  Given over by their Queen Ada.
  Anatolia laid wide… laid bare
  Before Alexander’s gluttonous march…
  His stamp left hither and yon… 
  A people entire… forgotten… gone
  Ground ‘neath his inexorable march
  His lustful ego used to erase Caria

Histories trampled, societies wasted…
  reaching farther, ever further…
  veneered by every raped culture,
  burying history 'neath his avarice
  from Anatolia to the Punjab
  where King Purushottama lost…
  lost even his name to Alexander…
  left a client king named Porus.
Grinding on… grinding down 
  like so many others…
  Anatolia, Achaemenid, Babylonia, 
  Egypt, Punjab, and more
  From Alinda to Babylon, Parsa, to Jhelum 
  and more and more and ever more.
  Never too much… never enough…
  Till death at last embraced his lust.

He built his city hailed through th’years…
  Crushing… o’erlaying atop Ra’qedyet…
  Ra’qedyet from ancient Pharo’s lines…
  Lost in Alexandria… stamped out.
  All that remains… a sad and silent jumble
  Ruins ‘neath ruins ‘neath a briny sea…
  At th’Nile’s mouth, it’s fate ’twas sealed
  So he might stamp his name ‘cross the world

A mighty nation prospered…
  before made a warning for the future…
  Now sad and silent jumbled ruins.
  In the ruins of ancient Alexandria
  lay ruins yet much older still
  ‘Neath th’magnificent capital of Ptolemy,
  Alexandria app Aegyptum… Alexandria Beside Egypt.
  It’s birth razing Ra’qedyet’s life…
  That long before haven of sailors.

Tell me of the histories lost…
  Tell me the stories of “the Great”
  How his exploits are to be lauded,
  ever to be praised and applauded…
  Of the lessons we should learn…
  the warfare that should burn.
  Tell me of the histories lost…
  lost in th’onslaught of Alexander… 
  Lost when he put them to the death.

Tell me more…
  I want to know…
  What came before…
  Before Alexander’s hell-bent stamp
  Upon cultures already ancient 
  when his own still cowered in caves
  Tell me about it…Tell me more…
  Tell me… tell me… tell me, please
  Of ancient Ra’qedyet

Tell me the glories of Alexander
  of his “Great” folly of death and debt.


Photo: ruins from Ra'qedyet (from: weburbanist.com/2007/09/12/underwater-urban-archeology-7-submerged-wonders-of-the-world")


and from: "2eyeswatching.com/tag/once-majestic-cities-that-sank-beneath-the-ocean"