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Rome and Us
In a nation of "point the finger"' she pondered joining the crowd. As in the famed Roman Coliseum she imagined herself in full glory. Giving a glorious "thumbs down!" After all, she told her arrogant herself, as she put a crown of leaves on her head: "Those foolish Christians need to die!" Yet a voice deep within her, made her wonder.......why? 'twas in the gods of Rome she believed, Who was this Christ, these fools died for? Centuries have come and gone, her crown of leaves decayed, too! Today not only are Christians killed, but millions of others have died,in the milieu. The new god is love of self, above all else! That name, Christ, best not be spoken. He, who died for all humanity, still a most despised personage! We honor false gods, read literature assuring us of polytheism. Then cry and gnash our teeth, when statues are toppled, morals are a joke. And our only satisfaction comes from booze, hot sex or a fast toke.        June 17, 2020          11am PST Poem # 1,249
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