Amid - the marble Loggia,
The heroes - hold their pose,
To history - bear witness,
Out - of which they rose.
Five raped - Sabine women,
By Rome’s - first sons despoiled,
Nothing - but a woman,
Can stand - in pride so toiled.
Hercules - in combat,
Part man - part deity,
With madness passes - deadly,
Deep - thoracotomy.
A sacrifice - forthcoming,
At hero’s - ghosts behest,
Another - of Troy’s daughters,
Cries - as the Greeks molest.
We’re by - the walls of Troy,
Two Greeks - the battle live,
Menelaus - the Spartan,
Will win - or his blood give.
The only - certain victor,
Holds high - his victim’s head,
And all - that look upon her,
Turn stone - from sight of dread.
This courtyard - houses legend,
The heroes - of our past,
We sit here - and feel with them,
Our heart - go beat and blast.
Our days - are of the logic,
The wealthy - and perceived,
Can we- even start to know,
What these – heroes have seized?
Are you, - now sitting stranger,
An asset - to this square?
Is yours - a heart of heroes
Are you - the great and fair?
Take note - of their achievement,
They are - your distant kin,
Their power - is your ally,
With which - in life you’ll win.
