MY GOD SITS IDLY BY
Rome wasn't burned in a day.
Nothing was done about it. The
fair toils of Christendom tarried
at the edges of Constantine's
lawns in the east. No noise.
Just babble.
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'We reserve our rights to enemies
and friends alike. All passes for
boarding must be surrendered at
gate.' There they all stood, huddled
like goons and placidly in place.
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Nero came down off the platform
and said : 'Get me 600 Christians,
and march them, burning, through
the stadium gates; we can watch
the fires and the turnings. Make
no mistake, I mean each word
I say.'
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Suddenly my eyes grow weary.
My ears are tinderboxes of shame.
My God sits idly by?
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