Part I Oh, Alexandria Your historic halls line our imaginations The Muses themselves blessed each and every one of your books You were the mother of knowledge, who took in all and shared your wisdom New ideas were formed under your roof, older ones translated and kept alive Your downfall didn’t come in one catastrophic fire, no It started before and after, a slow and painful death It was the death of knowledge itself Where military might and politics take over Where hate for the different is sparked And all that is considered sacred and important for humanity’s health All that keeps us alive Is pushed aside And we fall That is the death of Alexandria That is the death of humanity
Part II Death seems like an unmovable thing Something which cannot leave or go to or change This may be why we think of the scrolls of scholars and poets as only ash and smoke As some greater that we will never reach again But that’s not true Because Alexandria’s death didn’t stop us In her wake, we’ve continued to grow and create To change and move and make in the face of death itself We are resilient, we are stubborn, we are the fire that never goes out That pulses in our veins and keeps us going And we will continue to do so long after Alexandria is gone from our memory This isn’t the end it’s just the beginning That is her glory That is our rebirth