Rob Metcalf Poet Dramatic Verse

I,Nero

for all the policies that we enact
some are waging war today
and nothing anyone might say
will change the fact

in spite of our ingenious brains
who analyze and agonize
for all the tears a child cries-
the fact remains

may death be swift if die we must!
and to your health I raise a glass
and fiddle though it comes to pass-
we all turn to dust.

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