Where be our Cincinnatus?
That golden hero of yore
Where be our Cincinnatus?
To whom even Washington swore
Above reproach
Pridefully evoked
A common admiration
Wielding power with veneration
With the Aquei’s threat abated
Upon the Field of Mars, abdicated
Laying down stewardship's yoke
Knowing it be no golden cloak
Where be our Cincinnatus?
Someone upon whom we can depend
Where be our Cincinnatus
Amongst these common men?
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Comments (5)
An excellent question! Please let us know if you find him!
Roman legend. Every nation needs such heroes!
Loved it! 😀 and good question, where is he!? 🫡
I am not familiar with Cincinnatus but this just sounds like an old relic found in the back of a university or an old temple. Really well written - love your historical writing!
Cincinnatus left the plow, won a major battle, and gave up his power to go back to his farm. There is not a soul out there willing to do that now. Sad. :(