Nehmes, Temple Singer (Neh-MEEZ)

 

On the first day of Egypt’s

Spring Eleven revolution,

while a young generation

called out for freedom,

they found her, temple singer,

in buried casket, Nehmes Bastet.

She died and was mummified,

nearly three thousand years ago,

lovingly wrapped, sacred cargo

entombed with Pharaohs

in Valley of the Kings,

in Valley of the Kings.

Nehmes, daughter of the Priest, Amon,

rose again to sing blessings upon

rise of an Arab Spring revolution,

songs of yearning freedom.

They kept her hidden in a wooden,

painted black sarcophagus,

hieroglyphics written

all over it, to tell us

about her, temple singer,

Lioness, oh Bast…Goddess

Feline, worshipped as divine.

Nehmes sang under drifting sand,

praying for her golden land

released from a golden hand,

in Valley of the Kings,

in Valley of the Kings.

Nehmes, daughter of the Priest, Amon,

rose again to sing blessings upon

rise of an Arab Spring revolution,

songs of yearning freedom.

Three thousand years comes Nehmes,

through a people’s evolution,

lyric celebration,

musical ablution.

They hear her, temple singer,

timeless, people’s voices,

rejoice in Egypt’s choice,

Nehmes and history sing

of power that truth can bring,

Singer, let your voice ring

from Valley of the Kings,

from Valley of the Kings.

Nehmes, daughter of the Priest, Amon,

rose again to sing blessings upon

rise of an Arab Spring revolution,

songs of yearning freedom.