The Thunder-Clouds of Caesar

A Poem By Ezra // 3/25/2012

The thunder-clouds of Caesar are advancing,
Scorched heads of grain fall under Roman foot;
The cindered huts of Gauls, long since abandoned,
Stare, dark-eyed, at these passing Roman swords.
        Some Gaul had held his torch,
        Spread silently the fire on his home
        In death of dreams to take
        What power might be taken from his foe
But march on, mighty Caesar, conquer on!
Spread fear from Roman hill to Briton's end,
For man shall wear the laurel, crowned forever!
And earth shall serve a pantheon of men.
        The woman holds her child,
        Stares silent at his frozen, fading face
        To catch what bit of life
        May still be caught before he fades away
But stand, oh mighty Caesar! Give no way!
The least of these are not a god's concern;
Vercingetorix's mighty men lay slain
And Rome awaits triumphant man's return!



Great poem Ezra!

Great poem Ezra! I've just looked up who Vercingetorix was, and Mama is wandering what you read that inspired you to write this.

Arthur | Sun, 03/25/2012

"My greatest wish for my writing is that it would point you to the Savior."


This is chilling, beautiful, and sad all at once. 

Kyleigh | Thu, 03/29/2012

This is really good... I only

This is really good... I only got the full effect the second time I read it. Lots of great images and your word choice is quite spot-on. I think I especially love the first stanza but then again I can't choose.

Hannah W. | Thu, 03/29/2012


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