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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Empires</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Empires<br>On the ancient road I hear roman soldiers’ footsteps, all roads lead back to an empire; <br>and nothing has changed the poor die in the service of their masters. The Romans took <br>the elites sons of country they wanted to dictate sent them to Rome trained and sent <br>them back and they had vassal state. It didn’t always work, loyalty became resentment <br>and uprising, the kept kings demanded more power. The new empire is doing the same, <br>sends sons and daughters of the elite, in countries they want to control, to Harvard, we <br>get the royal household of Jordan. Sometime it backfires and we get Osama Bin Laden. <br>All empires must fall it’s written in the stars, their outpost Israel, is a sacrilege, losing her <br>humanity. I hear tired Roman soldiers marching on roads their foes will take when they <br>come to crush them. Iraq is a civil war waiting to happen, Afghanistan is a lost cause and <br>Pakistan will never submit to foreign dominance. I hear the footsteps, the new empires’ <br>soldiers, the urban poor, have been promised glory, and shiny medals, as always they die <br>for a dream not theirs. The ghosts of roman soldiers marches on through the centuries, <br>nothing has changed in two thousand years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a><div class=q>
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