CHILDREN OF EXODUS
Son
of the Pharaoh
A
monologue for a young boy
By
Robert Allen
“At
midnight the Lord
struck down all the firstborn in Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh, who sat
on the throne, to the firstborn of the prisoner, who was in the dungeon, and
the firstborn of all the livestock as well. Pharaoh and all his officials and all the Egyptians
got up during the night, and there was loud wailing in Egypt, for there was not
a house without someone dead.”
Exodus 12:29-30
Who
do you think you are, staring at me like that?
Avert your eyes! Bow your
heads! Kneel in my presence! I am the firstborn son of the Ruler of the
Two Lands. One day all of his titles
will be mine. Horus of Gold. Strong Bull of His Mother. Lord of the Two Lands. Son of Ra.
Divine of Appearance.
One day all the nations of the earth
will tremble when they hear my name.
They will hear of my kingdom and despair. Nothing can destroy the might of the
Egyptian Empire, the land of Thutmose and Ra.
My father rules over all, and I will do the same.
Take this business with the Hebrew
slaves, for example. The audacity of
thinking they can conquer our gods with their puny attempts at the
miraculous. When their shepherd spokesmen
threatened us with pretending to turn the river into blood, our magicians
easily duplicated their demonstration.
When they raised their shepherd rods and made the frogs come up out of
the water and into the houses of the people, our mighty magicians did the same.
But that is when my father showed
his political savvy. He told them to get
rid of the frogs and in turn he would let the people go just like they
asked. But, of course, he had no
intention of keeping that promise. As
soon as the frogs were gone he told them to get lost. There is no way we are going to release over
a million slaves. Who would build the
pyramids? Who would haul water from the
Nile to irrigate our crops? Who would
make it possible for us to enjoy the lavish life-style of luxury which the
ownership of so many slaves makes available?
Those stupid shepherd spokesmen are
so gullible. All father has to do is
promise that he will let them go and they immediately accept his word as truth
and stop the hail or eliminate the boils or call up a wind to carry away the
locust. You would think they would catch
on after awhile. The mighty Pharaoh is
not going to let a bunch of tricksters change his mind. I know I won’t when I become the Pharaoh. All power belongs to the Lord of the Two
Lands. It has been decreed by the gods
themselves. Nothing can defeat us. Not even the God these Hebrews claim to
serve. After all, if he is that
powerful, how come he allowed them to become slaves in the first place?
That is why I am not worried about
this latest threat. They claim that
some kind of death angel is going to appear tonight and slay the first born
sons of every Egyptian family. What a
joke. I am protected by the might of the
Egyptian army. Father’s bodyguards are
the most powerful men in all the land.
Besides that, I have the seal of the priests of Ra upon my
forehead. No Hebrew death angel could
ever remove the seal of the priests of Ra.
I am invincible. I am the son of
the Ruler of the Two Lands. One day all his
titles will be mine. Horus of Gold. Strong Bull of His Mother. Lord of the Two Lands. Son of Ra.
Divine of Appearance. I shall
sit on the throne of the kingdom of Egypt.
Nothing can prevent that from happening.
It is my destiny.
Don’t look at me like that. Is that pity in your face? I despise pity. Avert your eyes. Bow your heads. Kneel before me. I am the firstborn son of the Pharaoh, and
nothing will keep me from my destiny.
Nothing!
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