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When Troy fell by the deception of a wooden horse,
its people fled bringing along their treasures to the shores of Italy;
and with their warriors' skills and unfailing scheme,
their destiny was manipulated by an accurate prophecy, 
when Helen had a vivid vision, and the medium verified her dream...
Greece's victory would have been avenged by Troy's sons! 



Whoever thought that these fierce Latins would have harshly dominated
and controlled, for centuries, the old world with iron and might;
subjected peoples of many tongues under one power called, Rome?
Not a fancy of ancient dreamers, who advanced hurling out their screams,
never retreating an a stifled spirit; and as they pushed forward,
more empires were conquered, and all were obliged to obey! 



And in the heartland of Latium, on those seven hills Rome governed,
noble senators lecturing and imposing laws on both free men and slaves;
the Roman Forum, with its brilliant minds, required absolute loyalty;
among the most honored emperors, there was one who outshined them all! 
Why was Julius Caesar murdered by Brutus? Was it deep dislike or unrestrained 
jealousy,
that tempted his cowardly hand, to commit a sanguinary act agreed upon by 
others?



Such a great and noble man stabbed by conspirators with daggers, sparing no 
mercy; 
and he who bravely fought the barbarians of the north, and gave them more lands 
to dominate,
died a terrible death so undeserved and undignified, only to have his crown taken 
away! 
And many Romans mourned on his burial' night...blazes raising up to placate the 
guilty fools;
enemies who plotted and yet offered him their false friendship, which led to his 
mortal wound;
and without regard, they treated him unfairly and cruelly to vendicate their 
shameless hatred!

    


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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