it happens when you least expect it
"et tu, brute?" were the last words he uttered
before falling down on his knees
a witness to a horrific scene
where Brutus stood with the crowd of assassin
with his dagger in Caesar's heart
it happens when you least expect it
Caesar's cries echoed through the halls
the hurt was caused by a dearest beloved friend
who promised to stood by and defend the empire
Did Brutus ever shed tears or did he ever stopped his hands?
23 stabs but only one hurt that came from the one who he loved
“Et tu, Brute?”
“Who me? "No! Never! Nay!"
’Tis yon Cassius’ gig.
I didn't wanna any part of it, you dig?
Now, please ~
kindly turn your head ~
the other way."
Agricola……
so started Gaius Caesar’s last assault
a farmer, who we hated by default
for Latin somehow came to rule our world
as meanings of declension slow unfurled
Thus, were we tossed into the forum’s pit
to grapple with the words and how they fit
to stand alone before the silenced crowd
to read our mock translations, mumbling loud
as he, with leaders of judgement’s phalanx
resembled pirates as we walked the plankx
plunged into the ablatives and datives
for none can speak a language as the natives
and so we settled for our Cee’s and Dee’s
as Gaius Caesar brought us to our knees
for laughter accompanied declension
followed by a visit to detention
©2/10/2022
Latin Lessons Poetry Contest
sooth said to Caesar
sire beware the Ides of March-
assassins martyr'd
Give the angels back their wings
And the devil his horns,
You might be as beautiful as a garden of blossomed flowers,
But you're still covered with thorns.
He promised me i would not die
As I’d been forced to live
He promised me I would not cry
And his heart he would give
And now its summed up in a sigh
The sorrow and the pain
No more will I be placed on high
Just caught up in a game
A game that is so deadly
It leaves you mortified
And that’s when you realise
There’s nowhere left to hide
Then they kill you with the rumours
And beat you with the lies
There's nowhere left to run now
You're not wanted when love dies.
After all the waiting
So loyal was my love
All I’ve been is just a fool
Sent from up above.
I once thought i was special
But they’ve destroyed that thought
Now I feel like nothing
For everyone’s been bought
Woe to thee with a trait of jealousy,
spewing forth words of exaltation,
filled with self-righteous indignation.
Thy tongue reproves your own decree.
Thy nature be that of a hypocrite...
with one hand thy offer a pat on the head
with the other, a knife till victim lay dead
With thy dagger you stab and you hit.
So misguided Brutus, you have become,
whose deed was done to a Julius-like one.
Were you thus when Senate had begun?
What led thee to the darkness succumb?
And whence you see the baneful flaw of your ways
You whilst then know you earned blame, not praise.
Ides
of March-
plot thickens