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Written: May 06, 2025 for contest by Edward Ibeh
                   
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Like kernels, the day's enigmas start to unfold, 
The green folk are still waiting, eager to corrode.  
The creaks of a shaky bridge echo pain and despair,  
Connecting the shining heights where flows the air.  

A vibrant veil of violin weaves, with fiery flares bright,  
As the bus rolls by, mourners gaze at fading light.  
It appears that diligence fails to become a hero  
Signs may lead us to Rome, yet destiny is Nero.  

Let's begin our journey to reclaim Rome,  
To restore sovereignty of our cherished homes.  
Everyone rallies behind me in this quest.  
Yet home builders destroyed bluebird's nest.  

Gather your steeds and your weapons,  
Steer clear of the roots of Agropyron repens.  
We engage with the tasks at hand,  
Weaponless, knock on doors, striking with firm stand.  

A prosperous goal feels like a distant dream.  
Greed drives man, hope and desire fuel the scheme,  
Until he clings to the fragile bridge suspended high,  
Stretched over an abyss where destruction lies nigh.  

Rome wasn’t built by mere artistry or lore,  
Nor by tales sung to Babylon’s god, Marduk of yore.  
Chaldean Dynasty measured the world in degrees,  
While at Napoleon’s Circle, first trapeze swayed with ease.  

The icy chains bind the Scythian main,  
Once inhabited by barbarians on the eastern plain.  
Watch as homes with cracked walls slowly decay,  
In trendy townships, where clay fills the hallways.  

Silent nights scream, a pale face turned to the wall,  
Men forget the pain, and that becomes their downfall.  
We labor with crimson lips that pulse with each kiss,  
Longing for cold, clasping arms that we sorely miss.  

Mourners depart, unraveling the chain,  
Sadly, the dead linger in our souls to die in vain.  
For memory flickers like a flame, it rises and goes,  
Sinking in human light, grief swells in woes.  

Cross the Rubicon with us, liberate those in need.  
Are you with us in this noble cause, fellow friends indeed?  
Unless we’re overwhelmed by terror, there’s no turning back.  
Join us as we march to safeguard the areas and their tracks.
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