Flames of discontent,
Smoldering under a blanket of Nero’s kindling.
Are we to become Rome sinking under our own gluttonous weight?
Are we to burn under the tutelage of lesser emperors?
Are we perhaps on the road to our own Ides of March?
Such things have crossed my mind almost bringing me to tears.
We did not always live under this oppression, under this division
It is not just the emperor we despise, but the assassins draw our ire as well,
Begging the citizenry to act out.
We act out in separation through a system proving flawed, proving broken,
Causing us to wilt to more of the same.
Could it be that we are destined to be consumed by the inferno,
A later day Rome cast into the annals of history,
Reduced to ash sparked by our own inaction?
Perhaps it is best that we start anew,
As the youth of our “Grand Experiment” is exhibiting its fractures.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Marvelous Poetry Dom!! 🙂
Thank you so much Morgan, your nice comment is much appreciated. 🙂
Complex work Dom.
I was in the mood to try and write something a bit deeper and more political. Thanks Gilly. 🙂
Love this poem, Dom —
“It is not just the emperor we despise, but the assassins draw our ire as well”
Another one of my political rants, I just can’t seem to help myself sometimes.
Hey, you’ve got to let it out sometimes. 🙂
I suppose I do or I would probably blow up.
And while that would make a fascinating story (!!!!) we don’t want that. So vent, sir: vent! 😉
I will and if I did explode I probably would just create a big wind, nothing too damaging. 🙂