IDES OF MARCH
It was the great’s fall
Caesar’s death match
Brutus and Cassius plot the fall
The emperor of Rome
The Earl of theater
Left the army to death home
Linked his prowess of theatre and power
Seldom had he become popular
Lifted by audience under
He had a taste for power
Satisfied it earlier
But got cut sooner
What bores and pleases he knew
It’s his cat in the box.
But he ignored Brutus and Cassius dew
Caesar met death shield
“You too, my child? ”
To Brutus lastly he said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. great poetic work and may be a historical fiction or non-fictional touch!