Freedom.

Freedom.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

           Freedom.
Anyone for a grape?
Glory of the Roman Empire
became enslaved in itself;
       on enslaving
     becoming a slave
       to democracy,
      failed to recognise
         in its falling.
          Freedom.
Maybe a glass of wine? 
Perhaps! 

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 5, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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