Queue At The Piazza San Pietro Poem by lil till

Buongiono, Benvenuto!
At last to Rome you've come,
At last you paths have found it,
This in your heart is home
Amongst it's ancient maestrie
Let eyes and spirit stroll
In shady Trastavere's
Cobbled alleyways of the soul

Tis I that stands on Trajan's Mount
His ashes at my feet
His victory column in death does show
The Emperor's last defeat.
From here I see the slaughterhouse
That drew the vagrant crowd
To see my brothers tortured lives
Played out in death unbowed

Now who keeps the city Gate?
Now who holds the keys?
The glory that did one make Rome
Was deaf to martyrs pleas.
But theirs is the Eternal City
And this a bouldered ruin
It's broken columns are rotten teeth
It's pride is it's undoing

Hard by stands our brother Paul
In Marcus Aurelius's stead
Who inthis place at Nero's wish
He did treacherously behead.
Now who holds the city gate?
And now who sets men free?
Nay not the Epaphroditus sword
I, St Peter,hold the key

Beneath Bernini's baldachin
There they say I lie
Thus all the pomp of Papacy
Is gathered here on high
Let all the earth make pilgrimage
Let every soul pursue
A path, to this, The Lord's House
And never mind the queue.