The fire raged as Nero played
While Rome was burning bright
And yet the man had not betrayed
As they all say, that night
He was not the man you thought
At least, who bards all say
The truth is far from what they’ve taught
No songs were sung that day
Till second world war’s burns had blazed
In Hamburg, and Dresden
No other fire since had razed
None other was akin
Pliny the Eld, Cassius Di
They’ll give you their account
But Tacitus says no, you see
That’s not what he found out
As the flames turned bread to crumb
He wasn’t even home
Nero was in Antium
During the Great Fire of Rome
Remember this; do not forget
When judging others’ sin
His’trys writ in blood and sweat
By only those who win
How the World Should Work 