The Death of Luz

Though Luz lay dying she saw it not,

Her mortal wounds herself begot.

Was vice and vainness did do her in,

Her fated enemy  dwelt within.

“Give us circus, bread and wine!”

Thus the mobs sang sweet opine.

If Caesar sins, we care for naught;

With prize and coinage we’re tricked and bought.

“Beware!” they heard, “of wolves with sheep,

Who slaughter lambs while still asleep.”

“Not true! Not true!” the flock did cry,

“A lion rules, thus needs no lie.”

“Where now the pride?” The answer came.

“To have it not, be the lion’s shame.”

They closed their eyes and shut their ears,

To pride not known, and seen no where.

Too late, too late, they mourned their death;

And swiftly now they drew last breath.

Though Luz lay dying she saw it not,

Her mortal wounds herself begot.

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