John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,957 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

The Great Fire Of Rome - Poem by John F. McCullagh

July eighteenth in 64’
Of the Common Era
Play Nero, play upon the lyre
While Rome Is fed into the fire

At the Circus near the Palatine
in some shops began the fire
You looked on impassively
And played upon your lyre

You sang about” The Sack of Troy”
The Trojans funeral pyre
While portions of your palace
Were themselves consumed by fire

Three Quarters of the city gone
The fire raged for days
Casualties kept mounting
as the Romans fought the flames.

You blamed the Christians for the deed
The lions lunched for days
You built yourself the house of gold
Upon the pauper's graves

Comments about The Great Fire Of Rome by John F. McCullagh

  • Gold Star - 46,849 Points Fabrizio Frosini (8/31/2015 7:34:00 AM)

    ''Play Nero, play upon the lyre''

    well.. Nero playing while watching Rome on fire was sort of a myth.. even if he was surely a bloody man..

    but yours is a nice write.. Thanks for sharing, John (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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