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The Tomb of a Freed Noble Man

Strolling down the streets of ancient Pompei, I discovered the tomb of a freed noble man; unearthed from the volcanic black ashes, now it blooms surrounded by fragrant lilies as it appeared in its imperial, glorious days! Looking closer, I noticed tools itched on its sides, the trade of a freeman once enslaved by his wealthy master, and to prove that he was also of a noble spirit, he wanted to be remembered for his achievements and his intellect! Not all Romans were cruel as History attests, but had a good heart helping the lower class; had the Emperor made aware of such generosity, they would have been killed or thrown to the beasts! Our greedy society is similar, workers being underpaid; its an invisible slavery and yet it gives us shivers for their unhuman condition and horrible abuse: Rome's mentality of slavery survives to our day! The proud sons of immigrants will arise to avenge their fathers rage, they will sit with the prominent ones sharing the same ideals and status that honor freedom! Build my marble tomb by the shade of cypresses, plant jasmines and lilacs around it and let them bloom; the late image of me on the top with a pen on the right and a notebook on the left...what a lovely display of my vocational trade! Will someone discover my grave? The brief epithet itched in italic letters should read: " Born a free man and died a free man in a foreign land."

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Date: 5/7/2016 4:42:00 PM
Andrew, nice to see this poem in Justin's contest. *skat*
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Date: 3/19/2016 11:54:00 PM
Andrew, nice to see your poem got an HM on Justin's latest contest. HUGS ~LINDA~
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Date: 3/15/2016 1:02:00 AM
History gets more and more distorted as time goes on. And we find that even the "bad guys" had blossoms, and the "good guys" had a few bad apples. Loved your passion in the last stanza. How we all wish to be remembered for who we were, what we dreamt, and where out hearts lied ... congrats on the contest, Andrew.
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Date: 3/3/2016 2:38:00 PM
a very strong piece with astonishing images, andrew..huggs
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