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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