Is this how far we tumbled from our holy destiny
envisioned for us in great Vergil's epic poetry:
to crucify the innocent who lack conformity
to Rome's ethos? Can their private opinions really be
so great a problem that our full, fiercest ferocity
must be directed through the empire's whole geography?
Bodies writhing on crosses: tortured---mutilated---broken:
how can this be the Roman glory of which Vergil's poems have spoken?
Starward
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