Watched our city burn to ashes
They crumbled at your feet
Wait until some time passes
Let’s see the fate you’ll meet
My sword pressed to your neck
We can no longer pretend
That your acts don’t affect
People with hearts to mend
Nero, Nero, what do you say?
It’s time to take a bitter pill
You can’t have Rome your way
If you’re a slave to the hills
You rule like a filthy king
Blood coating your robes
As the fire burns, you sing
Jewels hang from your wife’s lobes
Now, you’ve got a throne to keep
But where is your list of morals?
And into your palace we’ll leap
And steal your gorgeous florals
So, Nero, listen to your people
Be careful who you keep close
Because the moment the leaves fall
Your life will hit an all-time low
Nero,
that Roman emperor so-and-so,
wrongly chose
between a fiddle and a fire hose.
American Nero,
showering utter disdain —
Denigration downpour on pleb citizens
begging for pandemic crumbs
As the pestilent fire rages around
your virally tainted kingdom
Ghastly gladly,
you keep on fiddling
acid text madly
Dripping hateful words that burn
deep into the bipolar soul
of a divided nation
An enamel disrobed toga ethos
reveal naked desires
Sparking flames of cold pathos
American Nero,
a contemptible paper reign
is exit poll falling
Whilst the fire of pox chaos
contagiously spread
with spittle accelerant ease
This scorching hoax
raze any flagging, publican hope
Truth unmasked
do singe that gallows rumor rope
Fiery breath fiddler
kindling fear,
high up on that Ivory Tower roof
Tearfully playing the ill-fated fool madly,
as graven torch idolatry
lay fallow ‘neath ash liberty truth
They sit in Ivory Towers
Looking down as the smoke rises
seeing faces full of pain
They cannot fathom why
They hear the Children cry
hunger in their stomachs they have never felt
They toss money off the towers
hoping they turn into flowers
they changed nothing
They cannot think how to fix
On their fiddles they play
wanting to change the world
Oh only if those in the Ivory Towers really cared
All they do is what makes them look good
but giving real hope they never understood
I sit in a hovel cold and wet
i wonder how bad this can get
I cry and mourn the blind
And so will be be slaves soon to come
held hostage by the dumb
only time will tell
If they cared and done what none have dared
If they thought about what they do
All could live as humans
Cognitive thinking connects the dots
I breath for change that works
I want love not hate
Build Hope not rockets
Make Love not war
Save lives not end them
Better to be wise than smart
Better to love for real than just saying
Think of the children they are slaying
The Owl is wise
The Fox is smart
Which do Trust
Two people so different
can view the poor
through different lenses
and offer a solution
but not the same solution
while America decides.
One is Robin Hood
who would take from some
and give to others.
The other is Nero
who would let more crumbs
fall from his table.
Donal Mahoney
MR NERO
We know you-NERO
For you are, the people’s hero
You have stood in the right station
For the sake of your own nation
Your life’s a source of sledging boldness
What you have you offered in giving
Solid our life is-in your holiness’
Your way is a course to living
We saw arid in this country
But it now flow with milk and honey
You played fair in your game
That which has given us a name
Alas! We are a proud people
Virgin sings your name showing their dimple
Now we are in the time to nimble
Thus you are our seasoned man
With strength we matched to freedom
But death took you o! At Armageddon
Where can we put our face, where is our sun
We lost you in the night of our prom
How would I’ve listen to the sea
When I was feeling been free
Tears in my eyes drizzling
For you should be here-above o! You went
When I post a poem
And people comment review
Include the word clever
My heart skips a beat
No longer I retreat
Into my shell
Aside failure dwell
For on paper
I am Nero
The gallant chivalrousness hero
Not a meaningless Zero
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*
*
i can't remember if i sent this one in already...rob
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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