Posted by Keith V., a resident of the Birdland neighborhood, on Mar 6, 2009 at 1:25 pm In the year Rome fell the masses cheered
From a lonely place I watched her burn
In my prison cell the worst was feared
As they swept her ash into history's urn
Her golden age had long since past
Her fleet of proud ships dashed & shattered
Taunt lines that held them strong and fast
Were blurred and frayed, the sails tattered
With moral sextants misaligned
They sailed to rock and petty sea
Truth's hull integrity declined
Rushed in filth and debauchery
As Senator's of place and station
With pockets lined and glad hand grin
Watched Empire walls with strong foundation
Now crumbled, cracked, fall from within
In the year Rome fell, no lessons learned
No voice to warn from dungeon floor
With history changed, and pages burned
The fall of Rome begins once more
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