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The History of Rome


Once there were two boys with a dream Their names, Romulus and Remus. Built a city of great esteem, A feat that made them both famous. From Latrium, the land heroic, Seven hills of infinite glory. First a kingdom, then Republic, War was always in Rome’s story. Gauls sacked Rome and then they fled, Carthage fought three Punic Wars. Civil War leaves hundreds dead, Dictator Sulla has more in store. First triumvirate was a teaser, Pompey, Crassus and Julius Caesar. Worried Senate felt power grabbed, Ides of March saw Caesar stabbed. Second Trio saw Cicero killed, Octavian as Princep, very skilled. At 2BC, Augustus rules, His name they’d shout in all the schools. “Hail Caesar, he stopped the Civil War,” The Empire began like a bright new star. Claudius sought to expand the empire, He sacked Briton and set it on fire. 64 AD saw Rome burn down, Nero fiddling brought ruin to town. The military had had enough, Another Civil War was very tough. Vesuvius put Pompei asunder, “Where were the gods,” all Romans wondered? Flavians began the peace, Pax Romana provides release. Roman power spread far and wide, To challenge Rome was suicide. From Rome out to the outer region, The world obeyed the Roman Legion. Building under Marcus Aurelius, Spread Roman architecture something serious. From 180 AD, it’s all downhill, Unrest and anarchy were a bitter pill. Diocletion never saw Rome, Fighting kept him away from home. Till 324, there was constant change, No emperor had a very long reign. Constantine divided the land, New capital in Byzantium sand. On his death, Rome failed the test, And was divided, East and West. Constantinople, the new Roman seat, Civil War and Barbarians began their defeat. Visagoths and Vandals painted Rome red, Sacked and pillaged and left many folks dead. In 475, it was the end of the story, Rome was no more, a long faded glory. She had had what we’d call a very long run, Hail Caeser, Hail Rome, your tale is now done.
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