The Fall of Rome

I’m living through

the fall of Rome.

I’m witnessing

the breaking of home.

Factions revolt,

beat the war drum.

I’m living through

the fall of Rome.

Did the ancients know

the end was nigh

when torches blazed

and leaders sighed?

Were they all unfazed?

Yet I think not-

the sounds of war

caught them off guard,

the Vandals cry

they heard as they died.

As bickering

the Forum filled,

anger, revenge

divisive killed first

the spark of hope,

eternal strength;

arrogance crept,

hatred slithered.

Long ere invasion,

Rome had fallen

to decadence,

lustful living,

a lost innocence.

Choices were made,

egos were stroked,

the seeds were sown

for destruction.

I see it today.

I’m living through

the fall of Rome.

I’m witnessing

the breaking of home.

Factions revolt,

call the war cries.

I’m living through

the fall of Rome.

Politicians lie,

corruptions deep,

hatreds deeper.

The price is steep,

that our blood will pay

in division,

turmoil and pain,

we move to death

as one nation,

our soul has been raped.

We lock our doors,

barricade our minds,

chanting mantras

like our good luck charms.

We’re torn apart-

torn limb by limb.

We’re all rebels,

fighting ourselves.

Searching for something,

but just for us-

drowning in noise,

suffocating

to the ring of phones.

We lost ourselves-

no, we didn’t,

we SOLD ourselves-

for peace of mind

never delivered.

We’re crumbling down,

breaking apart,

rubble fallen.

We need unity.

We need saving.

We need freedom.

We need to live.

We need to serve.

Solidarity

us a mere dream.

Guided by self,

by lone interests.

What’s in the future?

Who picks us up,

and cleans us off?

Who restores us?

Who supports us?

Returns legacies?

Tear down that wall,

open borders,

help the wounded,

the sick and alone.

Love God, nation,

family, friends.

Lift with strong arms

us from our shame.

The future’s not set.

Our legacy,

our history

are locked in time.

We claim to move on,

but continue

to live like this.

We don’t have to.

We can learn, now,

how to move forward.

My burdened heart

is reaching out

to the victim,

to the survivor,

the fatherless,

the downtrodden.

I pray we won’t

see the ending.

Today, forever-

Will children play

where widows weep?

Will hope abound,

and forget sorrows?

We pen this tale,

every detail

unchangeable

as we go on.

I am so afraid.

We’re living through

the fall of Rome.

We’re witnessing

the breaking of home.

Factions revolt,

play the war songs.

We’re living through

the fall of Rome.

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2 thoughts on “The Fall of Rome

  1. Katy—This is very good poetry! You really have a great talent for it! Congrats and I enjoy reading your writings!

    1. Thank you! I find poetry helps me express the raw emotion I feel better than prose does. I’m glad that my writings can bring someone enjoyment.

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