Of Kings and King Makers
The decisive die is cast
No rule is hard and fast
The Rubicon crossed and more
The Senate and other arms in tow
The Queen bee not to be rocked
Drones in hives,locked
The Emperor not at all shocked
As food reserves, de-stocked
The last Act and scene unfold
The conspirators, the Emperor scold
Daggers drawn; they await their fill
He gasps "and you, Brutus?" as they seal the kill
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