Brutus - Sonnet Version

"And you, Brutus?" And then was Caesar dead. A moment's act and history's chapter done; A moment's thrust and Caesar's life was bled, And you the one that Caesar thought his son. But were you son of Rome, and that came first? Did Caesar die a hero, or a knave? Can justice spring from such a violent burst? Can sudden murder be an act that's brave? I cannot judge, I was not there that day, Nor felt the thought and passions of the street; I cannot judge, let those who can then say What fate a newborn tyrant stands to meet. I cannot judge, and therefore close the door: But lasting good came not from that day's horror.