My Name Is Marcus Junius Brutus Poem by Sibi Sakthi

I Do Respect Thee
As A Bosom Friend
Not As Mighty Caesar

Me Standing Here
Before My People
Not In A HideAway

Still My Dagger Is Red
My Conscience Clean
Where He Is Pale

Our Heritages Secured
Our Reasons Fulfilled
Our Lives Pre-Eminent

Some Call Me Traitor
Wont Make Me Debilitate
Wont Regret My Actions

The Prayers Of Victimized
Rise Of The Chosen Clan
Contradicts The Madness

Before The Crescendo
We Have Striked
What Done Is Done

However, My Friend Is Departed
Cover Him With Orange Blossoms
Mourn, This Is The Way Of Life