Rob Metcalf Poet Dramatic Verse

I...Nero

for all the policies that we enact
some are waging war today
and nothing any one 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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i can't remember if i sent this one in already...rob

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