
Beware
Beware
The Ides of March
For though they come
They have not gone
Despite honeyed tongue
And cloth of gold
Thou art though mortal
Blood and bones
A purple cloth
Dyed red
By the knife
Of a friend
For Roman virtue
A dictator overthrew
Summary judgement
Republic triumphant
The Laurel crown discarded
Freedom’s will regarded
Peril come
But not yet gone
Beware
Beware
The Ides of March
When the blood of the father’s
Avenged by the son
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A/N:
I find it ironic that we remember the Ides for the Assasination of Caesar, yet only four short years later on the same day his adopted son Augustus put the 300 “traitors“ to death. By Augustus’s own death, no one alive remembered the Republic.
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Comments (7)
Ironic indeed! Great poem! The repetition of "beware" actually did illicit a greater alertness on my part, haha!
Wonderful words and thank you for taking part.
Love this Matthew, very poignantly written!! Love that you told the story so well, through poetry!!
Such an interesting time in history. So much happened, so much changed. Excellent poem. <3
For all my love of history the 300 traitors does not come to mind. Now I have that to look up . Nice poem for today
Not a single phone in sight. Just people enjoying life 😌
Great poem, bud! And that is some strong irony! History is full of it!