A retrospective comment in verse from the other world on the assassination of Julius Caesar by one of the conspirators
I nearly pulled it off, I did. I all but fooled the lot:
Fleeced Caesar, Cassius, the Bard, and others like as not.
‘The noblest Roman of them all’? Oh no! A saint I ain’t –
Just good at playing innocent and acting like a saint.
Call me sly, a sneak, a cad – I’ll take it on the chin,
I couldn’t wait to bring him down and put the dagger in.
‘Et tu Brute?’ The pompous ass, as if I wouldn’t dare!
I never really liked the fool. Why shouldn’t I be there?
But sucking up to Antony? That was my big mistake,
Agreeing he could have his say to give the guy a break.
‘Friends, Romans, countrymen…blah-blah’. Now that was truly snide.
He knew a thing or two to get the rabble on his side!
No sword, no laurel wreath for me, and worse was still to come,
Letting Strato hold my sword! How could I be so dumb?
I thought he’d bottle out and run away, or hoped he would.
He didn’t run – he ran me through, and now I’m done for good.
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