Resten Swondo


The Rape Of Lucretia - Poem by Resten Swondo

That wretched Tarquin tyrant has left me vexed and sore
Abusing me such as one would not a slave or whore
He has put his hands upon my virtue, upon my very soul,
It is as though he has ravaged towns and cities whole
But broken by his vice, that Sextus is not a man,
He is a tyrant, an assassin, unworthy of the name Roman.
The outrage of my fathers is great, my offence an ocean deep,
May he live long, and in every moment may his sons weep
For the shame he visited upon my heart, upon my grieving head,
And may no place harbor him, by the blood I have bled.
My shame shall become my virtue, my freedom shall abound
And once I lay dying by my own hand, may the trumpets sound
As signals to the revolution, the republic to defend and found,
In every son stirring joyous freedom, as my blood stains red the ground.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about The Rape Of Lucretia by Resten Swondo

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010



[Report Error]