Rome

The travelling peasant upon her course
Walks through the misty trees...
Never, never, never, has she seen
The walls of Rome tower mighty high;
Fifty Cubits in the sky.
Upon the city, she enters clean
A world of revelry, science and glee.
The houses air conditioned with ice
The ice cream, the berries, the flavor, the fights
Of men in gladiatorial glee,
Two men in mortal combat, one falls, the crowds pleased
At the blood shed upon the Earth.
She falls into ancient revelry and their mirth.
Where the gods demand their virtues--
Sex with children, murder, rape
Theft and adultery are their rites;
Buy a prostitute, young or old
And watch the theatre where slaves are sold
Their performances, and do their uncensored sex.
Revelry, revelry, be Roman Guest.
This quiet peasant sees the towering walls
The orgies in the bath houses, in their steamy pools
 But saw this would cause that Rome to fall.
Christ, a God of a conquered peoples
Shall come upon the bands of Peace
And by Constantine shall He marry State and Truth
And cause all the revelry to for a time to rue.
At the last, the Romans shall call to offense
"It is this Christian God who caused us to lose our defense."
Yet, Augustine shall say in his city of God
"Your gods are hypocrites, scoundrel's and liars
"Just like you all. They could not protect you
"And like it or not, we have a Living God."