Rome
The new Hadrian
Sits upon the throne.
He buildeth walls,
An abundeth of walls.
A wall to wall up the wall
And the wall
Before that.
He buildeth walls.
Tall walls.
Keep them away,
Those Picts,
Those Scots,
Those Wet Backs.
They belongeth not
To our Rome.
The benefits and privileges
The hopes and dreams,
They are for us only,
Us, Romans.
A city of 7 hills,
7 generations removed
From the first generation
That swept past
The foundations of our wall.
They, the true blood of Rome,
They, Romulus and Remus,
They, the founders,
They, the fathers,
They, them without walls.
We must stop the waves
Of the tired needy and oppressed.
We must stop this ocean
With our dam.
We must Dutch-boy-stand,
Fingers in the holes.
I, the new Hadrian,
I buildeth walls.
I buildeth big walls.
-wdv
Sept. 23, 2007
