The prominent years, of which did last
Great heights of power, of centuries past
According to legend, thy Rome we build
Twin brothers afore, o’ Remus killed
O’ city of Rome, of which we name
A land of power, government, fame
A laurel wreath, for emperors made
Make way Augustine, we shall invade
Proud legions stand, march with thy sword
Set up camp, in one accord
Hilltops on high, settlement surround
Excavated objects found
We bind the law, of which was spoke
Of magistrates power, enforce, evoke
Writings carved, upon thy stone
Papyrus, bronze, of Latin alone
Villas remain, a courtyard near
Mosaic art, yet to revere
Myths and legends, they chose per se
God and goddess, a role to play
The Colosseum, the serious wars
O’ re-enact at theatre doors
Horses trotting, yet at a pace
The circus held, thy chariot race
Lend a penny, now let us bath
Thy mineral water, water wave
As strigils scrape, upon thy skin
With lavish oil, thy slave rub-in
A solid cause, bring to effect
Our empire built, we shall protect
Provinces, lands, we captured all
Stood to defend, afore thy fall
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©