Five pebbles of the Roman God

First point of context: I am of roman descent, I believe. From the romans that lost themselves in england as the empire fell apart. I know tht my history has been since then exceptionally american. We were trappers, gold miners, and explorers. Every man in our close history has either gone adventuring, or lived a life that precipitated adventure. I believe very fully that the spirit of the setting sun and adventure nestles in my bones, whether or not it does. 

Second point of context: I love the story of david and goliath.  I remember a picture from my childhood storybook bible, and I will never release myself from this myth. David is charged, as a boy(as a roman boy, by the looks of my little book) to find five smooth stones by the riverside and to go and face goliath. He slays the giant with only one. 

Pebbles of the Roman God

I have 

Five pebbles

Just like 

Five seeds

All my own

The stones

Remind me of home

Migrant of rome

To challenge he

Who makes the land rumble

I have

A small man

Just like

A best friend

That I will never understand

Childlike,

He sows 

And he knows

That truth and justice betters all blows

He's the undistinguished  unmasked maker

Here to represent the savior

Passionate through the lord's own heart

That you've been looking at

Through a strange sepia strength

That you've developed at length

To milk the justice from his claws

To scream out beauty from his paws

But which never seems to give

It takes

Because you just can't create god for god's sake!

So now I have

Five reeds

Grown from

Five seeds

That seem to wander from my needs

Like the roman sentries 

That scoured the mist

Of a land lost in the ocean

Of chalk and moorish cliffs

Where is your empire now?

My friends,

Who is your savior now?

Because I don't know 

I never will

So while we're here

While we're left in our wasteland

And break the virgin snow

why not let these pebbles grow