Egyptian blue, again, and again.

May 30, 2025

Egyptien bleu, the oldest pigment,

Blue, the color of the heavens,

and once the Nile:
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 Pharaoh loved

one of our Princes too much,

then not, in the least, in haste,

We left it all behind, everything too, we thought,

and often,

we have fled with nought,

through the Sea of Reeds,

over bridges, chased by his steeds.

We will flee again, no doubt,

while the Homeland waits and watches

arms outstretched, failing

to redeem us;

planting its seeds, in the dry land we need,

while grief turns into rage,

and back to grief.

Like an ancient pigment,

Our roots, buried deep.

No denying we are blue,

or that under the layers

our failures are true.

For us, it’s always Egypt.

Where we once found refuge,

now offers none.

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