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Here, the ruins stand tall and proud.
Here, are gathered naught but the crowds.
A single tear was all I could gather
As the young child asked why it even matters.
"It would be too simple if I could just tell you,
"I wish only that I truly knew."
But sad is the day when not a soul knows,
What life was like here before their doors closed.
They had their glory, they had their fall.
Others are known for their towers or walls.
"But I am not the guilty one," I said to myself.
"But aren't we all going straight into hell?"
Thus saith the Pope, the king of this land,
But even his power is out of his hands.
Here is a city that once stood strong.
Here is the capital of too many wrongs.
These statues hold their Legacy.
These great ruins deserve our Pity.
For if such a grand nation once stood here,
What are these trifles that we hold so dear?
I stand at this statue and see a man's life.
Here is the great man who fell to a knife.
I stand in this nation that fell the same way.
Here are the Romans who lasted but a day.
Yesterday was the day of Berlin.
Today nonetheless is the day we live in.
So I stand at this statue and see not what's gone,
Merely our fate; what is yet to come along.
Peace or war, Civilization stands,
Until it falls into the sinking sands.
And I stand at this statue, looking for hope,
Looking as the people come and go.
But I stand at this statue and cry tears of joy,
For we are all Romans, even that boy.