Quivive

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.