B is for Brutus and betrayerA Poem by Infinite hexesthis is a short poem about how Julius Caesar might have felt when he got backstabbedYou betrayed me How could I not see The eyes of Judas You are an enigma to me The fifth columnist You should be in sack cloth and ashes To share, my brother and patches My dear friend you are full of surprises To gift me a dagger for my unarmed back Manners, troth and love is what you lack What an expert you are A fine soldier who could kill the evil dictator But you were also my old friend And we played, fought and loved Then how could you? Give your ears to that devil You and I both know what he is I always knew that man had a passion Love for the death of Caesar Et tu Brute? © 2012 Infinite hexesFeatured Review
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