Vae victis!

Laurelled Caesar led the vanquished Gaul in chains
So his death might then please Rome’s restless mob
To vindicate the trickling remains
Of shame, when Rome was made to bow and sob
To the scaled woe of Brennus, lasting stains
To be avenged long after they had left.
But no Celt wronged the people of the plains
On their march to Rome, the pillage and theft
Was for those who gave insult and disdain,
And all others the marching Celts called friends,
But when Rome’s cohorts set out on campaign
It brought to Gaul a million bloody ends.
Some exalt the palaces of Rome’s rich,
But I remember Vercingetorix.

This entry was posted in Sonnets.

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