Janet M. Cason
Ode To 'The Burning Of Rome' - Poem by Janet M. Cason
Pompeii the city burned in Rome
criers screamed years ago,
fire, fire won't burn out,
in the city of Rome.
No water to put the fire out,
Rome burns throughout the night,
city-states and houses burn to the ground,
while everyone runs around.
Burning bright in the night no where to go-
no places to hide.
No home no shelter what will we do,
No place to call our very own.
In the circus the fire began
down the streets into the night,
people fled nobody dared to fight-
the blazing flames,
over the hills and everywhere the fire dispels the fearful crowd.
Leveled the houses to the ground-
mangled ruins of mansions, temples of Nero's town,
debris from buildings covered the sand,
Take your hand the mighty one and cover the land-
this is our hope to rebuild again,
a city of beautiful gardens, trees and cattle to plow the land,
spectacular buildings for everyone-
to admire down through
to never burn and be destroyed again.
This is our dream, this is our hope,
for Rome to stand tall again.
2: 20 p.m.
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