ROME

Thy shame
Inflicted thy soul
With stain
And gave thee pain
When will thy gain manifest?

Upon thy innumerable endowments
Upon thy admirable sweetness
Thy pride is fed to dogs
To dogs in exchange for shishi
Thy smile fades away

Servitude is upon thee
Chains are ever on thy neck
Shackles adorn thy wrists
Deeply
They ingrain indelible agony scars

In you
A fresh wine is polluted
Unforgettable desecration
Desecration of the sacred
Thy splendor have become ruined

The empire will fall
Will fall for our daughter's shame
Will collapse for our sister's weeping
Will demolish for our Mother's tears
Will disintegrate for our son's blood

Blood and sand on the arena
Bloody sands of ennui
Blood of beasts
Blood of warriors
Beasts gladiators and warriors bleed alike

That mighty Rome
Whos lofty shadows
Engulfed foes
Thy fall shall be vast
Vast and epic as thy might and sacrileges

If thy god liveth
I will expect his burnt offering
In solemnity he will bow in my presence
Like a dry troat in the wilderness
He will need my pardon like fresh spring

Thy licentious taboos
Have gotten to my dwelling
Now I shall arise in rage
And once again
Thee shall fall
-Izu Chigbolumogu