Empires

Empires On the ancient road I hear roman soldiers’ footsteps, all roads lead back to an empire; and nothing has changed the poor die in the service of their masters. The Romans took the elites sons of country they wanted to dictate sent them to Rome trained and sent them back and they had vassal state. It didn’t always work, loyalty became resentment and uprising, the kept kings demanded more power. The new empire is doing the same, sends sons and daughters of the elite, in countries they want to control, to Harvard, we get the royal household of Jordan. Sometime it backfires and we get Osama Bin Laden. All empires must fall it’s written in the stars, their outpost Israel, is a sacrilege, losing her humanity. I hear tired Roman soldiers marching on roads their foes will take when they come to crush them. Iraq is a civil war waiting to happen, Afghanistan is a lost cause and Pakistan will never submit to foreign dominance. I hear the footsteps, the new empires’ soldiers, the urban poor, have been promised glory, and shiny medals, as always they die for a dream not theirs. The ghosts of roman soldiers marches on through the centuries, nothing has changed in two thousand years.