Burning Of Rome Poem by Alfred Barna

Let there be no mistake
It was a terrible site
As the flames did take
Tinged amber in the night
A sword taking heartfelt revenge
Over the past cruelty of her reign
All of the haughty edicts to avenge
From rulers vindictive and insane
Her disbelieving denizens mourned
As barbarian plundered with glee
Her pride had now been so scorned
That most had no choice but to flee
Eternal City some showed their contempt
Others who lived by her wealth now poor
Their fine robes now filthy and unkempt
Just stood silent with mouths agape in awe

Our lust for control burns on
To the detriment of our fellow man
Our desire to build One world
Babel they say is still our Plan

She was civilization some said
Now ignorant hoards will lead the way
Once mighty rulers now bled
And her marbled pride slowly decay
Iron was no match for those enslaved
For their shackles made many bitter
As their families against her engraved
They were not bedazzled by her glitter
Her arts and science reached so high
But her malice and corruption went so low
For the height and breath, earth and sky
Always a reckoning bringing men to tow
Ego was the first temptation whispered dear
And a yearning to rule was awakened
Yea shall be as gods as the serpent said clear
As long as this paradise you should forsaken

Our lust for control burns on
To the detriment of our fellow man
Our desire to build One world
Babel they say is still our Plan