Poem 128 – Tears for my People

See these tears, these tears for my people?
Do they not move you, savage queen?
Just think what I must suffer,
Of all the things I see?
The home that I was born in,
The streets in which I played –
I weep for them, oh Abigail,
Yet I must see  them razed.
You know I cannot love you,
But still you insist I do.
So blazing is your desire, I see,
My people must burn too.


Dear readers,

Here is another poem after Nabucco. Here, Ismaele has been told that he must either love princess Abigail, or watch as his people are enslaved and the Temple of Jerusalem destroyed. Being a tenor, he chooses his love over everybody else he knows.

I sometimes love opera.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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