From ramparts I gaze upon grassy plain,
Imagination in overdrive with visions of the past.
These walls for protection are all that remains,
A wonder of man that for centuries has last.
O’ but the sights they surely must have seen,
Siege and catapult and bone-crushing blows.
Walls bathed in red corrupting lush green,
So many years have passed, it no longer shows.
Though beautiful now, what horrors must have been,
As conquerors pined for the treasures of this place.
Frightened citizens scurried as each attack did begin,
Praying to God for the safety of His grace.
As blood of man flowed in the name of power and God,
How many precious souls were sacrificed for naught.
Singing of Psalms while carrying thy staff and thy rod,
Marching into battle on the indulgences Rome taught.
Promises of Heaven under trumpets thundering call,
Warriors stood their sacred ground.
As each watched their brother with screams of pain fall,
Until not a man made a solitary sound.
Much sadness did spread losing husbands and fathers
For life ever after that no man can give.
Not one little bit did their deception bother
Sacrificing lives to horrors no man should live.
This warring way of life the Crusades did foster,
Succumbing to the desires of religions holy men.
All for the lands of others their coffers did prosper,
Uncaring towards those they’re charged to defend.
These ruins though amazing of time long gone by,
Raise up a sorrow for those who went before.
Reminding us of the men who sacrificed and died,
Hoping these atrocities will rear their heads no more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~