The rise and fall of nations,
Often depends on places,
With very little to offer,
Except very convenient borders.
Soldiers march through fields,
Crushing wheat below their feet,
Taking with them dreams of conquest,
Passing by the frightened public.
The empire collapses from within.
- Title: Empire
- Artist: Stormgem
- Description: Its something I wrote in church. They were talking about the Roman Empire.
- Date: 10/23/2010
- Tags: empire