You want to forget the story of Rome,

of dashing warriors and gladiators gloried across our screens.

You want to forget the prophecies of doom,

of weeping and a Saviour that may come

and pray that this peace remains

for time has told over again that strife will cause a loss,

no gain would it bring.

Let Rome be Rome in days gone by

but may our peace remain,

to leave us with our plates of fufu

communing with the bowl of afang soup,

may this peace remain.


**Note: First Published on Tush Stories.