Like the gladiators in the arena,
Whose only life is fight;
Or the lords and dominas,
To whom they give the delight;
Like a caesar with an absolute right to dictate,
As a first citizen of the Roman state,
Like a Mark Anthony as a hero,
Or a philosopher in Cicero;
Like a loyal servant in the army,
Fighting wars across borders;
Expanding territory,
Or like the slaves at home,
Like which Roman shall I do,
Away from home, when in Rome?
|| Know no more about me, I, me and myself, in all; Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels, That, everyday, rise and fall.|| For an older version of my blog, visit here.
Sunday, 6 January 2013
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