Shall We to Follow Suit, As Those in Rome?

Shall we all to follow suit as the Romans,

in this fine country, of today,

To wake some time and find out then,

that the time has slipped away?

As we over indulge, and each one to trudge,

to the big refrigerator door,

Pack on the calories of the fattening foods,

then to wallow in the floor?

Work so hard on our jobs we each have,

then to stab others in their backs,

Eh tu, Brute', to be said, as the victims,

all die, as betrayed, in their tracks.

On Sundays we all do shuffle in,

to football stadiums, great and so wide,

To cheer and chant for our sacrifices,

as we all sit and to roar, on either side.

So much to be like the ancient ones,

of the golden yesterday's city of Rome,

What differences is now, compared to then,

with nice spas within each home?

We wear our finest togas, sublime,

as we drink and partake of strange things,

The swimming heads and soil in our beds,

to indicate what drugs, all brings.

The rumble of the earth and within its depths,

not heard, nor anyone to heed,

The self-possessed, of all the rest,

with much wastes and filth, of all to breed.

Another city of the Grecian earn, is reflected,

in this timeless transgression,

The ultimate undoing to bring about,

our own demise, a finalized progression.

WE raise our glasses to the days of Rome,

fine wine from the winery, well pressed,

Not in realizing our backward treks,

and the loss of culture, as all is suppressed.

What tomorrow may bring, to be decided by us,

in our making the right decisions,

Shall we all to succumb, in actions so dumb,

and in not living the life we've envisioned?

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