I’m sitting on the smoldering edges of a broken promise;
Watching the institutions of a nation begin to crumble.
Loved by some, hated by others,
Relied upon, taken for granted;
Rome is ignited; but it isn’t buildings that burn…
A dense smoke is rising, singed in desperation!
The slow burn of anger held inside…
Like damaged electric wiring in the walls of a building;
Shorting out for months, for years…
Then suddenly, sending a flame shooting along its entire length!
Setting fire to every wall seemingly, at once;
Reducing everything to ash.