Do not think it's a verse
Not admit it's a story
It's a blank verse unwritten
It's a story untold
Here Rome burns but still exist
No Nero but still the flute
Here Romeo dies
But behind the scene no Juliet
Here religious war ever happens
But the reason no religious view
Our views have died as we grew
Do not blame us for destruction
We are merely innocent
Do not put you habitual blame on us
We may not entertain your voyage
Welcome to the modern age!
Very impressive write, Alisha. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Placing the truth in a very round about way. So nice and style is amazing. Enjoyed.
Beautifully written my friend Here Rome burns but still exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a poignant rendition of words set aside for sober reflection. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Aisha.