Rome is burning

Our own backyard is falling
without knowledge or despair
the water level’s rising
our days – beyond repair

Sensual our wisdom – no
rationale – there is no need
one sees a changed reflection
as the afternoon recedes

It’s like we sleep as change is made
and we say; just go ahead
we sit still and watch the bluster roll
or seek another route instead

Like Vienna under water
or a miner turning green
like the fullness of opinion
so long as mine is yours it seems

That most saudade of feelings
brought a sense of hunger and of yearning
asking; will the city fiddle 
whilst Rome itself is burning

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