Odes of Strangers XXII

Victor, you filled the Circus Maximus;
You put to judgment your brethren.
Then, you said, "Love is but chemicals
"Life is but bioelectricity
"The many waters of the rivers
"Are only sourced by the rains!
"There is nothing miraculous about it!
"How I hate sentiment
"How I hate the poets
"Who idly sing their heresies!
"How I hate the minstrels who tell their tales!
"Unless it is found in the book
"It is of no use to anyone!
"Burn everything to the ground
"Except our Holy Roman Empire!"

The Christians looked at you Constantine---
Within your empire---
You maximized your Circus' stables
You filled the country with many dreams.
Yet, the religion you dogmatized
And denied the evidence of God.
Rather, you said, "I hate it when these mundane things
"Are made into miracles!"

Thus, nobody had known God for a thousand years.