The Bust Of Nefertiti

In the belly of the museum
Past the halls of men in power
Technological advances
Spanning millennia of knowledge
Her face and neck and shoulders
Seem to hover like a tower
On a pedestal of marble
You stood there for an hour

Weeping at the symbols
Your knees cold upon the tile
As a golden disc of sunlight
Seemed to circle you
Entirely
And so you ask the question
Why is she in Germany?

The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti

Residing in her chamber
Like a wise egyptian deity
No wonder she's so famous
How she radiates divinity
And in the diary of the excavator
Declares - she must be seen
That no photograph could replicate
Gasping for air
I think you agree

As you weep before the symbols
Your knees cold upon the tile
How a golden disc of sunlight
Seems to circle you entirely
And so you ask the question
Once more
Why is she in Germany?

The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti
The bust of Nefertiti