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Brutus - Sonnet Version
"And you, Brutus?" And then was Caesar dead.
A moment's act and history's chapter done;
A moment's thrust and Caesar's life was bled,
And you the one that Caesar thought his son.
But were you son of Rome, and that came first?
Did Caesar die a hero, or a knave?
Can justice spring from such a violent burst?
Can sudden murder be an act that's brave?
I cannot judge, I was not there that day,
Nor felt the thought and passions of the street;
I cannot judge, let those who can then say
What fate a newborn tyrant stands to meet.
I cannot judge, and therefore close the door:
But lasting good came not from that day's horror.
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Jerrold Prothero
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