My Caesar, My Caesar

A Poem

My Caesar, My Caesar,
Have you ever been glad?
To see the ages come to past
And the hour here at last,
Hear the armies common cry,
Of those whom to you have bled.

My Caesar, My Caesar,
Have you ever had more joy?
To see your Empire strecht,
And the stars; one arm fetchs,
While the other points far,
To set ablaze a thousand Troys.

My Caesar, My Caesar,
Do you ever wonder?
Had times been different
And kept duty's binds distant,
Would we have a life of calm,
And not of woe and plunder?

My Caesar, My Caesar,
Do you ever regret?
As taken out the previous Saturn,
Haven't you crowned one in return?
And, maybe, of fear through pride
Had new sons raised as threats?

My Caesar, My Caesar,
Was it all worth it?
To set the world ablaze 
And a new history chase.
Though the fear of the future,
May make you the past of another's feat.

My Caesar, My Caesar,
Do you remember?
Those of us who toil
Under your armies foil;
Who with noth' but you dream,
Raised our swords in a red November?

My Caesar, My Caesar,
Will you go own?
Past those common monds
That in tather fields are fond,
Where lay in our crossed chests,
Those same swords in which we once swore.

My Caesar, My Caesar,
Is there still yet time?
To traverse this pitiful world,
In whose storm we were hurled,
And go beyond this horrid night;
Towards that long blessed sunrise?