As Rome Burns Poem by R. G. Bell
As Rome Burns
This time around the masses stroke their lyres.
Bread and circuses. Brats and quarterbacks.
Collective gaze, frozen on the arena field,
Witnesses what passes now for glory’s deeds,
A falling record: the most yards ever gained
By a red-shirt freshman running-back
In the second half of a game away
Played on artificial grass, and under lights,
On October‘s last odd-numbered Saturday.
But NO! GOD Please! The yellow flag was thrown.
The clock’s run out of time. The play is void.
The record standing stands. The masses mourn.
Oh the tragedy, the tragedy.
Oh the humanity! Pass another beer.
Ha-ha, chuckle, chuckle. What a lovely poem, lovely and light and just right for a running finish. Read mine - Brier Fever - Adeline
What an austounding poem! in such a simple form its funny in an ironic way, yet when taken in a deeper way its yet profound.
The big impact is the feeling you left at the last words, Pass the beer, , , show you tried to not believe what was happening, as questioning the humanity declaration and meaning in our life..for me it's a deep write maybe more than we here thought, and such a nice poem to read.._Unwritten Soul
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4/25/2024 5:07:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fine humorous assertion of the human state of irony. As always, well done.