by sylvan lightbourne
Caesar the ruler, Julius the caregiver,
two pieces pocket, profit the Roman empire.
Fought amongst dreamers, the people want blood.
Shrine the outcasts, crucifix the criminals
money cents imprints, failure of democracy.
Onto the eastern, where queens are fitted,
enslaved all nations, the Brittan are equipted.
The africans toiled, tell tale incarcerated
upon benevolous action, the black king bow,
and so this beginning of deserting odds.
Europe evolve, build tanks, build red army,
build the money to avoid.
Remembrance to power, that divided all strains,
on power attain and blemished riches that stains.
Last updated August 18, 2011