69. The Fall of Rome

Then it was back to the fall.

Constantine’s sacred stitches

Weren’t enough.

Civil Wars came back

Emperors throw away Constantine’s work.

Rome once again fell ill

Her dress split at the seams.

The moths came back

To feast on her material.

Barbarians sacked the city.

The Huns,

The Visigoths,

The Franks,

Lombards,

Angles,

Saxons,

Celts,

Ostrogoths,

All wanting a little piece of the once proud lady named Rome.

She screamed

She burned

No one could do anything to save her.

The great empire shattered.

Rome collapsed on her hilly throne

Her blood spilled in the streets

As the Ostrogoth king took her crown

Claiming it as his own.

67. Rome’s Decedant Decline

Rome wasn’t finished here on earth.

Emperors partied in decadence

Playing fiddles while the city burned.

Her crown became the center for

Distracting people with bread and circus

As lions ate Jew and Christian alike.

Slaves fought each other

While free food was passed out to on looking spectators.

Horses were made state officials.

Emperors believed themselves gods

Relating to Jupiter

Demanding tribute and sacrifice.

They drank wine

But got drunk on power.

Civil wars

Economic crises

All kinds of trials and tribulations

Threatened the sleeping lady Rome.

She was divided into provinces

As she lay on her throne.

Yet she slept there peacefully

Unaware of her keeper.

Blinded only by wealth and games

As emperors became corrupt or mad with power.

The empire fell into decline.