Sonnet 465

And was it so that then a mighty land
Replete with swords to raze a world wide;
Prodigious wealth that stood the grandest grand
With ships that sailed wherever rose a tide;
More powerful than Egypt’s lofty height,
Haughtier than regal righteous Rome
And with a reach exceeding Persia’s might—
Raw power meted from an iron dome.
Contained therein a heart of leaded glass
Reflecting rays of guilt and vanity,
Rejecting truths that empires come to pass
Though icons litter sands eternally.
They worshipped canons of sage Cleisthenes,
Whose Xipos keen did drop them to their knees.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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