The Fall of Rome

Posted on 20. Mar, 2007 by in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Featured, Survival

It was not truth,
as I had witnessed in life
but spires of blackness from society
The death plume of innocence
and compassion,
of both heart and love.
The heartiest soil,
broken beneath mighty morality
and fundamental ideology.
This was not democracy
the fallacy of hope
chastised by false religion
It was the corruption of mankind
as we tried to fail
in passionate blindness
falling upon the very swords
that our most courageous held
and the purest believed in,
symbols that were thrust upon our enemy
the very flesh and blood of kin,
finding our only purpose,
to be conquerers,
of the thing no one wanted.

One Response to “The Fall of Rome”

  1. Dave 23 March 2007 at 11:59 am #

    I really liked your poem because your ideas were striking and yet it flowed well. I also liked the parody between what was then and what we’re going through as a nation now. It’s all about chasing ideals and ideas…


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