Cicero weeps from the vast wreckage of Caesar's plunder.
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A tear for the loss of a republican birthright
Carthage's cost is the loss of dignity
Rome no longer stands for the free and the brave
But those bought and sold govern, having
Hoodwinked the mobs with fancies of thieves
Who lie in wait on the Appian way.
And Caesar stands as a tool of those who harbor empyrean dreams.
The marble of his statuary riddled with cracks--handholds of vipers
And Carthage in chains sits waiting, grinning
Knowing with canny eye towards the past
That conquerors fall when supply lines fail
The list goes on and on
America! See the task before you for what it is
I saw Chief Seattle's children homeless in the nineties
I saw schools laid barren while prisons grew
The prisons are there because education and parents failed
Not the children.
Children are taught to recite but not to think
Those who insist on thinking get prozac.
AirStripOne is not far from here
I've seen peole walk past a heart attack
Victim, not stopping nor pausing from their cellphone
The music industry wishes it could forget Kurt Cobain.
The music industry likes Jim Morrison in a bottle.
I saw Walt Whitman's ghost on a tv show.
I have seen America's promise walk like zombies through the concrete gymnasium dressed in clothing as grey as their surroundings.
We can spend 87 billion on our latest occupation, but not on schoolbooks, classrooms and breadlines.
I have seen children well-versed in soup-kitchen cuisine
I cry when a child is tried
And Cicero weeps as the crumble continues