Rome

The sky was burning as was my life
I was reliving the scars of Rome
Dire days and grueling nights
Resonated in its wit-filled tones.

The colour of sky never changed
The words of the Prophet unaltered
I found myself living in Rome
Burning in cries and tears

Whom to blame, whom to care
As I find my whole world collapse
As I tread to my home to Rome
All I fear is to face more fear

Some summers were dry, some bantered high
But I shall always remember the one with you
We were in hand clasped with each other
Watching Rome burn, tampered and frail.