The Rape of Lucretia

Lucretia, though young, no less was a sage,
her rape by the King the subject of songs,
the singing recalling her terrible rage,
defeating the Crown and righting its wrongs.

The rage in her loins spawned the birth of a plan,
to die at the hands of her father’s lone daughter,
but before that dread day she summoned each man,
demanding the rapist who wrought her.

Each man took an oath—the royals must pay!
The oath-givers fought with those they commanded,
‘til they served up the Crown on a royal-free tray,
to Lucretia, as she had demanded

Thus, a new Roma conceived out of lust
grew to a polis, politically just.

Poetry by Steve Shear
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