This poem is written from the view of Brutus after stabbing Cesar ....
I am just a taver now,
But how,Ami de cour,
Oh!the blood that pour,
Along the shiny brocard,
Made Rome valhalla,
And the men valiants,
I was just a bibelot,
Chosen from the lot,
As a patriot,
As a Roman,
As a true countrymen,
Devoir ex animo did I,
That wasn't meant en ami,
faik beg I,
Am to be hanged,
For lese Majesty,
Bethankit.
But how?
Can I accomplish?
"Can't I?" is better I think.
History's still history ..
Can't mess up again.
Don't say do it!
Please can't u request?
But why?
Am i your master?...NO
Could see the flames in your eyes..
But what for?
Just leave me..
Am just a stranger..
Don't mess up..
Its your life..
You may get cheated ,robbed.
But who?
Its your life ,ain't I?
Who can steal that?
Only God!!
But will he?
When he has so many ..
Won't he spare ??
