Egyptien bleu, an ancient pigment, Domus Aurea(Nero’s residence)
For us, it’s always Egypt,
after leaving, guided by the Pillars of Fire,
that wherever we go, Egypt is eternal,
where we were strangers, that Pharoah loved
one of our Princes too much,
then not.
We left it all behind, everything, we thought,
and often, and we fled
through the Sea of Red,
over bridges, chased by his steeds.
We will flee again, no doubt,
and the Homeland waits and watches
arms outstretched,
where grief turned into rage and back to grief.
Like an ancient pigment,
Our roots are buried deep.
No denying we are blue,
or that under the layers
it is true.
For us, it’s always Egypt.
Where we once found refuge.
©Philippe du Col 2025
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