Our Modern Caesar Poem by Adams King

Now the trumpet has blew and men must judge,
to choose for themselves a king
either the old saint who a devil has become
or the old devil who a saint has claim to be

But we chose our modern Caesar
a black blood who sucked the breast of mother Africa,
whose back the African sun has stung
and grew up in our culture to sing our song

But ironical to ancient Caesar
overwhelmed with the ambition to rule
he requested for the throne thrice, not like
Caesar who never requested but rejected

Over and over he came
but our modern Caesar was denied
dying of thirst for a kiss of the throne
whenever he fails, he threatens success

Twice he fell, the third he stood
our modern Caesar is here to rule
this is a man whose past has an ugly face
and yet not certain to be graced

This was a brutal soldier a fierce soul
a man who was once feared, still feared
and to be feared
so many breath were silenced by him

Whether just or unjust I cannot say
but it's left for the doer to judge his ways
he stood to accept his errors of the past
and calls for a new CHANGE

Who will accompany me in this journey of mine,
to antagonize this Caesar of our time
who will be his Brutus I do not know
an unsure voluntary my pen has shown

Will his heart and flesh so sordid
ever feel the strokes of our knives
will he likes Caesar's own wound's bleed
as my pen when writing did

I belong to all and I belong to none
so our modern Caesar spoke
whether being proud or humbled
we saw a crowned Caesar emerge

Trouble not, honor has been bestowed
O Calpurnias your dream have failed to prevail,
now with comedy we replace
Caesar's tragic story of long ago

To disarm fear is not to disarm danger
for Caesar thought not so and died so
and never was his end anounced
until he cried out 'Et tu Brute'.