Symbol of Betrayal
Woe to thee with a trait of jealousy,
filled with self-righteous indignation.
You brute, who spews words of exaltation,
Thy tongue reproves your very own decree.
Thy nature be that of a hypocrite...
with one hand offer a pat on the head.
The other, a knife till victim lay dead
Having drawn thy pen, you stab and you hit.
So misguided Brutus, you have become,
deed was done to a Julius-like one.
Were you inclined when Senate had begun?
What has led thee to the darkness succumb?
Whence you see the baneful flaw of your ways
You whilst then know, 'twas blame you earned, not praise.
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