The Tiber Flows

Caesar was a man, a mortal.
A man who in death, became immortal

A man who dreamt
A man whose dreams lead to his fall
A man who will be remembered, 
Remembered as long as the Tiber flows.

To bleed in war
In the hands of a foe
And then vanquish him
There could be no
Greater glory


But to bleed at home
In the hands of friends
And then die
There could be no
Greater treachery


Caesar ignored the omens
But that was fate
It was written, It is
Something none can evade
That night was bad
The Ides of March it was


Caesar went to the capitol
Expecting judgement
Instead Caesar received
Judgement of his fate
A cruel one


The seeds of jealousy 
Had grown long
Fellow romans saw Caesar
As a tyrant, a dictator, a monster
That was their excuse


And from Caesar's body
Did sprout, fountains of crimson
And as the great general fell
He looked looked the snake in the eye
And whispered - 
Et tu Brute ?

Although the flesh is long and gone
Whose name has lived on and on ?
Who in this tragedy has been wronged ?
Hail Caesar, The savior of Rome.