At Breakfast, With One Of Nero's Assessors

What kind of age is this, in History?
I ask---how can such transformations be?
This Simon Peter, from---where?---Galilee,
whose business was small (quite small) fishery;
in other words, a lout, from peasantry,
has qualified to be called Enemy
of Rome.  Our foes were, once,  great---Antony;
Brutus; the whole Persian statocracy.
Why must our vast, almighty Empire stoop
to fools who fish, or sell eggs from the coop?
Alas, Imperator, accept the fate
that must be ours in this twilight time's late
hour:  these little pests need not long abide---
some to beheading, and some crucified.

 

Starward

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