Roman temple stands here still.
Monumental folly meets
tourists’ flip-flops on the streets.
What remains of Caesar’s will?
Gladiators once died here.
Now they camply fools entice –
twenty kunas picture’s price
Kitsch replaces fighters’ fear.
Truth confronts. It’s still the same.
Quest for peace is doomed to fail.
Folly’s grandeur wags its tail.
Human heart we will not tame.