Caesar
No beliefs except the unworthy,
A thuggish frame without a mind
Growing reeds with his father's seeds,
No thoughts except the unkind.
Idle Prince on wicker Olympus,
Stroll down and inherit your Earth.
The risen dead may come and see
The King of human stock,
While he slinks stinging,
To another room,
A Cinna.
Copyright © Bob Beaton | Year Posted 2018
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