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Belisarius

Constantinople has fallen!
300,000 dead!
Tear-stained faces of boys in the streets,
The sidewalks all stained red.

There he stands surrounded
By garbage and dead buildings and debree.
This city once known as a spectacle
Has now conceded to its knees.

And he does the same,
In awe of what he's done.
And autocratic embarrassment:
Belisarius, here's what you've won.

What you fought so hard for
Is now vastly lost.
Paused in time, a pillar of excellence,
But what, oh what, was the cost.



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aub13zzz said...
Jul. 2, 2010 at 9:57 pm:

wow this is really good! i liked it a lot... esp b/c i love history haha! :) and the contradiction of the true events and the happenings of the poem adds a lot of depth to it!

me likey :)

 

 
squidzinkpen replied...
Aug. 15, 2010 at 8:23 pm :
Well, something makes me thing this really isn't just about the fall of Constantinople, but I guess that's what poetry is about, making people think. Either way, I enjoyed it, and yet again, I can't use my new critiquing methods because you're a knock out poet. You've foiled me again!
 
aub13zzz replied...
Aug. 16, 2010 at 8:06 pm :

PLEASE EXCUSE THE ALL CAPS BECAUSE MY ITOUCH DIDNT LET ME UNDO THE ALLCAPS... 

ANYWAY SQUIDZINKPEN'S COMMENT SENT ME AN EMAIL SO I READ THIS AGAIN AND NOTICED ONE SLIGHT SPELLING ERROR... DEBREE SHOULD BE DEBRIS... OTHERWISE ONCE AGAIN ITS GREAT! 

 
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