My Sparta!A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA look at a place and people I've fallen in love with.
Mothers of men roam free among the grasses,
Strike chords within the hearth of male kin,
Attica asks why they rule over strong men,
Bear witness to those that never use sin.
Greeks scratch at stone in our honour,
Speak of glory and freedom from corruption,
Pedantry has not now or ever been food,
Strong will and power slack needless abruption.
Helen and Gorgo refuse to take the bait,
Leonidas shake hands with enemies nah one,
Cynisca has power that rival the future beauty,
Menelaus our king and god how graves are gone.
Sparta the heaven for all warriors and slaves,
A true force of nature and tattered dreams,
Carvings tell of all those pleasant and bloody wars,
How history forgets the telling and secret schemes.
© 2012 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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