The central square

Adorned with temples

Of Greco-Roman elegance


Their neo-classical

Reliefs triumphant

With celebrated men


None could imagine

The panorama of despair

That would surround this place


Its simple clean lines

Scribing the hate

That led to cleansing


A world of class, of culture

Resounding to a symphony

Of marching feet


Along its extended boulevards

Across the landscape of Europe

A different empire to create


One orchestrating glories

In a history revised

To the echoes of Wagner


I close my eyes to the pain

My ears blocked to the cries

Buried in the winds of change


And I walk through your past

Now softened by the curve and arc

Of unfolding fields and ways


On this brighter day

There’s a better future, one hopes

The same mistakes will not be made


 © Mark Davoren 2016

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