Nero Poem by Boston Kelley

Oh, Nero, how you have fallen!
What a stain you are on
the fabric of history!
You are as dirty as the most disgusting
filth of the earth.
All who hear your name shudder
and are filled with disgust.
Who can forget the cruel, malicious
deeds you committed?
How can your own people look over
the oppression you enacted on them?
It greatly upset them, but it did not
end there.
Christians feared your name, for you were
the first to persecute them.
You tortured them in many inhumane ways,
ways that should not be spoken of.
I am overcome with fury at how you could
act towards such holy, virtuous people of
faith.
What could they have done to wrong you?
Let all hear your name and be filled with
hatred.
They must know of your evil character to
prevent another stain like you.
You will take your place in the deepest depths
of Hell, for what other place could contain
your evil?
You set fire to Rome, having no regard for your
own citizens.
You committed incest with your mother, unashamed
at your actions.
Oh, Nero, I cannot help but despise your name.
Your legacy will not be one of virtue and cleanliness,
but of vice and filth.