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The Ides of March
On that fateful day, the ides of March, when a friend became a fox,
And conspired against the would be king, conspired a plot to kill.
They all took part at the shout of Casca, adelphe, boethei,
Twenty-three times was Caesar’s body pierced with their gladii.
Et tu, Brute were the last words spoken as blood dripped from the shiv.
The murderers proclaimed liberty, but no admission of peccavi.
To prove sic semper tyrannis was their only calculi.
Forty men in all took part in this senatorial mafiosi.
But this deed did not make their great nation, as they hoped, pacific.
Antony followed the murderous leaders nearly to the land of Priam.
The outcome known to Brutus in advance through the spirit evil.
As Antony and Octavian pressed their opponents to the max.
Defeat so close upon them, the conspirators unable to withstand the tax.
Both gave in to that worst of sins, taking their own lives with a shiv.
Thus Brutus and Cassius met their ends at the battles at Philippi.
This would end one of those wars peculiarly known as civil.
The site of battle, with soldiers populated became Colonia Victrix.
But the struggle for domination over Rome only became more complex.
Now that rather than one, it would be ruled by a triplex.
The deceased Caesar became Divus Iulius, Octavian filius divi,
Antony, Octavian, and Lepidus, the second triumviri.
But Antony went off to Egpyt with Cleopatra to frolic.
Octavian pursued and forced them back at the waters of Actium.
Egypt then invaded, Antony by his own hand fell.
With Antony fallen, the Empire begun, Octavian’s power did wax.
He changed his name and thus became the imperator rex.
But all this began forty-four years ante Anno Domini.
The ides of March, the end, the beginning of Caesar gloriosi.