When Hannibal mowed down Romans
with elephants,
his skill, his artistry,
had the effect of a painter's brush.
He, scraping paint off an easel,
would thrust
empires down,
trample Graeco - Romish influence
into paint spattered dust.
He neither was aware nor knew,
the Alps and Sabine allies,
Capua and other Latin tribes
would ruin his oath,
cause Baal, the false god,
to desert Punic prayers.
Hannibal
Paul Cameron Brown
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