Bagdad,1253. That day somebody went to the market the same,
Though it was different from any other day
People were not different from any other people.
The silence was under the mosque with the columns around and the round dome,
A grave was monumental with a square base and a pinnacle above.
The shouts were not breaking the fixity
As the tumultuous clattering and clanging of the Mongolian cavalry.
The crumbling local system fell under the sabres,
Their cut lasted a short time, then another boring power lasted a long.
finely penned with poetic beauty the piece of history. your flow I liked........10+
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This is so precise history with moral in the ned, , brute power seldom rules for long, it can destroy only, , , but is not this the name of change'from one boring power to another', , unless there is superior human civilization mere power game is nothing in the end