enter on through
with an anguish look on his face
as the tremor of the strings strikes in the air
and brings a thought to take the name up to hold
like the Romans
like the Republic
they break open to feast
to see the thoroughness of the government
til the bell claims a death to behold a truth to rise amongst the dead
hold dear to the audience
rather than believing the white lie
seek with the deeming truth
as two others withhold the future of what lies right there
its been a while
since he came back from the victory march
but it just seemed like yesterday
when I saw that sweat gleaming off of his body
shining with pride under the hot, hot sun
it seemed just like yesterday
when there was a great cry out in the front of the courtyard
where the flock of birds cried and flew away
leaving only but the mass of feathers fluttering in this cold, cold wind
leaving only but
only but the cry which echoed through the silent day
where flags of victory once blew so proudly
now hang still with black covering it
while tears fall from the havens above
and the rage fill the eyes of this loyal one
to avenge, avenge the death of his once so close friend
named...
Julius Caesar
Kevin Wang
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tragedy-of-julius-caesar/
