Cinna's A Poet And He Does Know It

What has this world become?
A Hero killed for his sum,
Of power and reputation.
Caesar a God in description.
A friend, a brother and a lord to me.
This world is dark as I see.
Caesar was as cleaver as a fox and as wise as an owl.
Yet they say that his acts were fowl?
Those people don't see the true him.
Their images of him are dull and dim.
He is instead most noble and true.
Not some leader faced - two.
I go today to mourn
A god who was born,
To guide us,
Not make fuss.
To lead us the way
No to meet slay.
It is just not right!
For him I will fight!
I shall, and I will,
Not in hype or thrill
Kill those dogs who have slain,
The life of a statue, in vain
Caesar may have died today,
But in our hearts he will stay.

Cinna the Poet