The Fall Of Rome

Sorrowed place of lost desirings
Once proud now small and nursing wounds
No place to go you hide but can't run
Left only as a mockery in cruelty
Riches plundered long ago
Although you did your plundering
In your prime it may come again there is time
Now you starve and die great empire
While the barbarians laugh and feast
On the bones of your dead.

Quite an old poem in my collection, found in the same notepad as one or two in the section below written when I was very young.
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