Julius Caesar

Friends

Romans

Countrymen

Blood falls to the ground

Quietly, no man hears

The sounds of knives

No honorable man lives

Without remorse

No man sees treachery as good

Or evil

Simply the ways of Rome

To bathe hands in bloody fountains

Impassion masses

Against one they loved

With open arms

To come from war

A hero

And to be slain

Ambition?

Or simply human nature

To rise against the powerful

Inspire the weak

Plot in nights

Of thunder and minds

Not quite decided

No man believes

The soothsayer

The one who was right

In the end

End?

The bloody spiral continues

Downward

Even when the last man runs

Into his sword

There is another to take his place

In the eyes and hearts of Rome

And so it was with Caesar.