England was gray, rainy and cold,
Yet London buzzed with chants of loyalties to football fanatism,
I dined in an elegant hotel littered with brushed African handiwork,
Reveling in the cultured praise of the new Buckingham purple act.
As I drove through the reminiscent Berlin Wall divide,
In a meticulous precision-engineered motored toy,
I shivered at the revelation of man’s true flip side,
Feigned love, that once bare, darkened a sacred nation.
The Eiffel Tower, a magnificent display of art, science and might,
Cabro-paved streets reflecting on polished affluent boutique windows,
Signature delicacies savored with tasteful licks of fine champagne,
As I sail away, the sun’s blaze on the ocean warms my heart.
I cringe at the sight of a dark age buried deep in truthful lies,
When greed overcame love and saddled horses waded through blood,
A brave sacrifice for the knowledge of the truth we boldly proclaim,
Alive in compassionate hearts beyond the revered streets of Rome.
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