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In Ancient Rome the Emperors ensured the populace were kept quiet, With bloodied slaves to gawp at and a stomach filling diet, Of bread and wine and spectacles before a baying crowd, Soporific panaceas channelled the roars they were allowed. But on Bulbaos’ house in Pompeii he wrote “Militat om nes” Which in our simple modern tongue in an idiom he says “I am just a lover but I know that I must fight” His spray can was a chisel and he made his mark at night. "… Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses." Juvenal AD100
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
Panem et Circenses
In Ancient Rome the Emperors ensured the populace were kept quiet, With bloodied slaves to gawp at and a stomach filling diet, Of bread and wine and spectacles before a baying crowd, Soporific panaceas channelled the roars they were allowed. But on Bulbaos’ house in Pompeii he wrote “Militat om nes” Which in our simple modern tongue in an idiom he says “I am just a lover but I know that I must fight” His spray can was a chisel and he made his mark at night. "… Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses." Juvenal AD100
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
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