The Fall On The Ides Poem by Silas Rosalie Dumont

Peace it continually does escape
Our democracies dying in much pain
Darkness enshrouding the vox populi
Oh these darkest days, these most sullen times
The accursed Ides of March they are to
The Roman Republic whose heirs we are
And yet such miserable heirs are we!
United we stand, divided we fall
It is all for one, and not all for all
And as that common good begins to fall
From that high shelf upon which we have placed
Our values, our core, for which we would die
It has tumbled fast, that most hollow lie
And shattered on the hardest floor it has
Created wealth such as never before
For those few who take from those most poor
And oh how greedy have they now become!
Their greed exceeds that very highest sum!
Their jewels and gold they have used to rot
The core of all ideological thought!
They keep our governors forever blind
And to our great horror we then find
Gone is the freedom that we did enshrine!
And thus, the fall of beloved humankind