Beware the Fateful Ides(Farewell To Julius)
Ambition, ambition, it killed a man.
O, beware the fateful ides.
The Senate, the last place in March he’d stand
as “they” were not on his side.
Rome’s sole conqueror of so many lands,
his exploits were known near and far.
But now he fell to his countryman’s hands
as with daggers they began to mar.
He’d done so much for Rome already,
why should he not solely rule ?
But not all minds in Rome were ready
for the ambitions of a “fool”.
Funny, but how what they tried to stop
came about in the end anyway.
For now a Caesar would sit atop
Rome’s rule despite what they would say.
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