O Rome

by Knight of the Crusade

A lament on the destruction of the city on the seven hills when the Vandals came. Reviews appreciated.

O Rome, O Rome I called you my home

But now there art where barbarians roam

Pillaging, and killing, burning, and taking

The Vandals leave Rome in a helpless pasting

O Rome O Rome wildflowers spring up from where I called home

Ruins lay where Caesar sat on his almighty throne

O Rome O Rome glory hath gone from the Coliseum dome

O Rome O Rome where bloodshed runs amok

All the Vandals think the devastation is the gods' idea of a joke

The grey smoke leads the magnificence to choke

O Rome, O Rome, I weep of your obliteration and vandalism as to the world I wrote