Not With a Bang, But With a Selfie

Roma Aeterna glows tonight from the light 

belched by hand held toys.   

The wisdom of the empire,

the artists’ strivings, the philosophers’ warnings,

are at the fingertips of both plebeians and patricians.

Though admittedly when the circus comes to the senate

it becomes difficult to distinguish sages from buffoons,

and harder still for stalwart stewards to make anyone care 

to take the time to note the differences.

Some are beginning to tremble, realizing no wall will help them,

because gilded Attila is already inside 

using an ochreous fist to become ringmaster.

Others ignore the smoke before the burning,

to snap a picture of themselves beside a dead gladiator,

#CarpeYolo.

Song Choice: Brian Williams rapping Baby Got Back

This poem was created from a prompt given at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: From the Blender to the Page (World Blending)