Constantinople

Writing historically accurate pop song remakes is a passion of mine, and while studying for my Byzantium midterm I had a flash of insight. I was dutifully copying my notes onto index card like a thirteenth century Benedictine monk, when a SPASM of inspiration hit me. I nearly leapt out of my chair and shouted "EGAD! Constantinople has the same exact rhythmic meter as that nauseating 2008 acoustic popjam Hey There Delilah!" I didn't because I was in Stauffer and there was an extremely twitchy looking engineer sitting across the table, and I thought he might asphyxiate me with his purple jacket.

Sitting in Christian history, I wrote this. Find the song on youtube and sing along!
Constantinople

Constantinople
You were once known as Byzantium,
From the height of Haiga Sophia
All your opulence entranced them
Constantine
Founded you in third Century
His chief city

Constantinople
For millennia marking the space
Just layin on the Bosphorus
Where Europe/Asia embrace
Location’s prime
Too bad there’s fighting all the time
On every side

Sure, you’re in the Middle East
So, don’t expect much peace
But, hopefully at least
You’ll stop fighting with your priests
Iconoclastic Priests

Constantinople
Christianity close to your beart
With schisms, still you hold fast to the
Equality of Patriarchs
You split from Rome
1054 strike on your own
Master your zone

Constantinople
Since the splendour of Justinian
And Komenian restoration
You just hope that you could win again
I hope you can
Re-conquer Egypt and Iran
All your lost land

Sure, you’re in the Middle East
So, don’t expect much peace
But, hopefully at least
You’ll still hang on to Greece
Because you all speak Greek

Sure, Gibbon just might playa-hate,
On your concubines and magistrate,
And how you blind those rival emperors.
The Pope in Rome is not your friend,
Most of Europe just might want you dea,
But who cares? They’re all lousy Westerners.
Your legacy originates,
In Ancient Rome, therefore you’re great
You ruled the world while France was scratching fleas!
Dead with disease…

Constantinople,
With crusaders, Turks invading
A thousand years and you are fading
Alone and quite afraid
watch your back.
Theodosian built ten centuries back
Walls that repels lots of attacks.
Constantinople, now they crack,
You’re getting sacked

Oh, your influence decreased,
From the ninth century at least,
And, in 1453
Mehmet II he does defeat,
He ends your legacy.