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.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~