Millennium two and half years gone
In a city founded seven hills on,
Built on blood and sweat of slaves
By a selfish ambitious fratricide
Was a world of boundless greed.
Embedded in limitless desires,
Haughty boorish citizens
And cruel oppressive rulers
Were engrossed in amoral pleasures,
Like greedy hyaenas gobbling
Stinking putrid carcasses.
Marching out from the city in phalanxes
Commanded blood thirsty generals
Their marauding armies,
In the name of their emperors
To plunder, rape and massacre.
Destroyed they everything and everyone who stood
On their aggressive way, to build their Roman Empire
Of suppression, exploitation and ignorance,
From Aegyptus to Britannia via Germanic
To Lusitania from Cappadocia,
For a so-called peaceful civilization in Roman fashion.
Then with the dawn of Anno Domini
Echoed in the ambience,
The soothing, heartening voice of Mercy,
“Blessed are the Peace Makers
For they shall be called the children of God”
Said the most merciful, defending the oppressed.
A new era was dawned,
Illuminating the world of the oppressed,
Redeeming the miserable sinners
Of a centuries old oppressive war machine,
Jesus Christ born at the end of the year
Characterize the beginning of a new year
Of Love and Peace, and harmony,
A time to think of Liberty,
Equality and fraternity
Of all humanity.
(Retired Teacher, Royal College Colombo)