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