From Brutus With Love Poem by Leslie Xavier

It hurts when you know that trust is something you can't get. The great Julius Caesar didn't and so was the fate of many before and after him. When kindness, love, concern and honesty get interpreted as weakness, they rise and stab you from behind at the first possible chance and then leave you to bleed, a sad painful death. At least Brutus finished off the King fast, some mercy. But will I be spared from the pain... No, I think...


They say the King of Rome,
covered his face; resigned to his fate;
gave up his fight, seeing a face in the mob;
shattered by the thought; 'you too Brutus',
he cried out in pain, as stabs came from all around.

Was he not the one who led men millions;
in wars many, to foreign shores;
a fighter, leader with the will of a lion.
But why he fell, without a fight,
tame a death, really sad.

He was struck, by the hardest blow,
one which came from the closest he had.
For all the love, trust and gold,
he got back was a stab in the back;
Caesar could only cry, 'You too.... 'B' dear.'

No one doubts whether Caesar was a man,
he was man among men, emperor of the world.
But why he gave up to the orator bunch,
when he had fought warriors and won it all.
Betrayal, could kill even a lion of a man, I see.

You trust a person with all your heart,
only to bleed when hit by him.
When he joins the rest of the lot,
raising arms of the sharpest kind;
forgetting all the love and care.

Then a man or even a king,
would cover his face and cry in pain.
He Would then let fate rule his will,
as he dies in pain, broken heart too.
Death is easy, not this fate, I see.