The Ides of March
by TLCoston
Here we are, on an auspicious day
When friend and foe alike, ponder the ambitions of men and to what depths they will descend, and the sins they brush aside.
When friend and foe alike, ponder the ambitions of men and to what depths they will descend, and the sins they brush aside.
'Tis a day, unlike any day when tyrants should reflect on kind
For on the Ides of March, a soothsayer bade
As Caesar brushed him aside.
But it was only mid-day and the Senate awaits
and the prophesy will abide.
For on the Ides of March, a soothsayer bade
As Caesar brushed him aside.
But it was only mid-day and the Senate awaits
and the prophesy will abide.
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