Brutus In The Foetus Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Tired of this camouflage,
sheep before authority,
lion in absence.

Lack of integrity -
everything to everyone,
true to none,
not even to self.

I see life and ponder.
I seek honesty - frank and brutal.
Brutal honesty is brutally booted
and fired.
Then what remains? What?

'Not that I loved Caesar less,
but that I loved Rome more.'
- Marcus Brutus.
He killed Caesar.
He killed himself.

Is the time of Brutus long gone?
Or is Brutus killed in the foetus?

Camouflage. Smoke-screen.
Sunlight can't enter.
Man stoops. Stoops. Stoops.