The Arts of Rome and Paris
Twice I have taken in the delights of Paris
And on one of those occasions
I visted the Louvre
And strode the hallowed vista hall's
Besieged by an insurmountable
Pieces of Historical works of Art
In order to eventually kneel before
The very feet of the Classical Mona Lisa
And I wish I could tell you I was moved
But sadly I regret I was not
As it resides at the end of a very long tour
Of many more impressive painting's
Expressing the futility of some or other foreign War
Pestilence and Famine
Raping and Pillaging
Of Villages and Bare Breasted Women
Portraits of Royal Kings and Noble Men
We were taught about in History Class
But could for the life of us name
While the rest of them are dedicated to God
Like those i found in Rome
Emblazoned on the Dome
By Michaelangelo
Opon the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
I fear I must admit when it comes to art I grapple
To feel what others see as somehow supernatural
I place more faith and love
In the structures and architecture
They are now kept beneath
And whose Beliefs they were built upon
And how they were paid for ?
And at what Human Cost?
Maybe the Art my Soul and Heart has craved
Resides inside the gates of the Holiest of Holy City's
Maybe there I shall experience
My New Jerusalem
By Dawns early light
Amen
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