Andrew Crisci Poet Ballad

All Empires Crumble And Fall

It's waking up to a chaotic morning
not expecting the end of everything
built with passion to last for generations,
it's facing a challenge harder than others,
whispering to ourselves 
this frightening and changeless reality,
" All empires crumble and fall,
no writing on the faded wall,
no place was safer than home's tranquility;
there we were protected by our parents. "  

A family trusting in God
will know no fear, it stands
in unity; it's bond is made of iron, 
the stronger the fortress,
the happier is its livelihood:
how lovely is to watch the logs burn!

All empires crumble and fall,
it took layers upon layers,
to build them and seconds
to destroy them in violent rage;
envy for someone's achievement is cruel,
he has worked hard for his good image!

This nation is being ruined by violence,
no law is obeyed, thugs stick to defiance;
a fearless leader must put an end to all,
although all empires crumble and fall!

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