This is in response to the Manchester bombing.
Encamped by the river,
Fort and amphitheatre
Marked the spots where
Lives were loved and lost,
Where Janus put on his
Makeup and blew kisses
To the past and to the future.
The barbarians were here
Encamped by the river,
Dredging up the past
And watching the future
Enter the festive arena,
Listening to the laughter
Of innocence and the timbre
Of excited youth.
The Roman fort has long gone,
But the barbarians still lurk,
They despise the entertainment
Of the arena, the fancies and the
Frivolities of the rouged crowds;
The barbarians point their thumbs
Downwards, chanting no mercy here,
No mercy here.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2017-05-23 at 11:15
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Arena
The Romans were hereEncamped by the river,
Fort and amphitheatre
Marked the spots where
Lives were loved and lost,
Where Janus put on his
Makeup and blew kisses
To the past and to the future.
The barbarians were here
Encamped by the river,
Dredging up the past
And watching the future
Enter the festive arena,
Listening to the laughter
Of innocence and the timbre
Of excited youth.
The Roman fort has long gone,
But the barbarians still lurk,
They despise the entertainment
Of the arena, the fancies and the
Frivolities of the rouged crowds;
The barbarians point their thumbs
Downwards, chanting no mercy here,
No mercy here.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
Read 586 times
Written on 2017-05-23 at 11:15
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