The Citizens danced
Romulus cried
Centurions posed
in Legions wide
“The world is ours”
they said in glee
“And death to those
who don’t concede”
The past unyielding
future loaned
The present flew
like David’s stone
Their party ending
candles burnt
With spoils poisoned
lessons spurned
And history writes
that in a day…
What once was Rome
was cast astray
Whose legend carved
in stone reminds
What young Narcissus
hoped to find
The glory that once
ruled the world
Now left in rubble
myth unfurled
As time awaits
to stalk our path
That wolf inside
—as history laughs
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
Our Heritage Dies
We’re losing America
while losing our minds
Our spirits in hiding
our souls hard to find
The nation in freefall
all fingers to point
One side at the other
common values disjoint
We’re losing America
in front of our eyes
A narcissists poison
our heritage dies
Each part is now greater
than the sum or the whole
What our patriots died for
lost, forgotten—untold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Thanks
You’re welcome!
I accidentally deleted my comment to your poem!
Suffice to say that I liked the subject mattter...
Sono anche io una Romana!
'Grandine Caesar'
Indeed!
Kurt,
Spot on with
•“Our Heritage Dies”•
Your words have expressed my sentiments!
I’m truly saddened by what is presently happening!
~Laura~
And we can't blame it on the kids. It's the 50 and over set that are
mainly to blame.
We need—and have needed—term limits for the longest time.
I’m in total agreement with term limits!
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