Andrew Yates Poet Sonnet

For Caesar, For Rome

Ay, the Ides of March are surely here
Hark Caesar’s words, these that are true
For the time of prosperity is certainly near
This, being reassured by the dawning sun’s yellow hue



Romans, countrymen, what opportunities shall we avail?
Do we not pay our dues to the good Caesar in the day?
And surely we must do the same by night, as the moon shines pale 
So shall our dear Caesar be thought highly of in his glorious array



Doth my eyes be deceitful, a fellow Roman with an evil intention?
Surely, this Brutus cannot be so daring 
To slay the Great Caesar of such humble discretion
How now will Rome be so forbearing?



For there are snakes in the shrubbery, and slowly do they slither
And the very grass upon which they lay, surely does wither

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