Commune

I stole a town once.
It was in the middle of Eastern Europe.
Between a hill and two mountains.

I invited all my friends.
We Ruled like the old Christian’s of Norway.
The gap we had between us,
 the townsfolk and my brethren,
was citizenship and city planning.
They lived there and we made the living possible.

The town would hold thousands at a time
but we didn’t put our lackluster safety in antique citadels.
There need has passed like swords and jesters.

Even though my friends and I were the numerators,
we supported all denominations sacred.
They were all pebbles to our own path.

But, we noticed the Cistercians wouldn’t partake in our City.
We made it to the end,
strong, safe and peaceful
& look at those black robed monks,
still studying us like we were the
robbers still being evil.