To be a citizen of Rome
Pay my tax and live the life of Rome
I share lands with the Emperor
Colosseums, and gladiators pay homage
With sweats and blood and we chant
I am a citizen of Rome; a privilege that comes with
I am with royal
Not by royal blood, but by association
I am a citizen of Rome
What price paid
To have my harvest ransacked
And be left with emptiness of wealth
I am a citizen of Rome
To be made privileged by wisdom
And be insulted by the same
I gave to Caesar
Life and religion, had their share
But Caeser has got new ideas now
Brain box ticks, lights on
To rob me of my spoils,
20% to rob me of my value added
Did I not pay with my grains
Before leaving the fields
He takes 20% of my bread, after bakers bakery
For what reason, I know not why
To have been bleed dry, like a gladiator
Just to be a citizen of Rome
I saw your explanation of what your poem is referencing. You did a good job of describing your displeasure. Thanks for sharing yourself.
ReplyDeleteGayle ~
well illustrated piece.
ReplyDeletebest wishes for your efforts.
Happy 2011.
Thanks for the contribution.
interesting piece... thanks for sharing
ReplyDeletepoignant and interesting..nice!
ReplyDeleteWe are all ex patriots of Rome in so many ways! Fascinating perspective in this poem!
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ReplyDeletewell-done! the more things change, the more they stay the same... :P
ReplyDeletevery candid and raw thanks for sharing you're a great writer!
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happy new year!
thank god ur born now.. in ancient rome they wld have had ur head for this :p.... really expressed ur angry well... Cheers!!!
ReplyDeletenice political piece, brings a hankering for renewed engagement through "social disobedience"... thanks for sharing
ReplyDeletegreat! mine for this thursday- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/hunger/
ReplyDeleteWow...I really like this one. Thank you so much for sharing
ReplyDeleteI agree with tuffikaffa fabulous job!
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