You, Cinna

You, Cinna short poem

You, Cinna short poemPhoto by tonynetone

And you, Cinna, asked me
‘Write the best poem ever written’
You, who died burnt and beaten
As no strength poet, for poets find
Strength when Muse kisses their mind,
And let them spread message of the strongest kind
May I say that Muse didn’t kiss thee?

‘Write Julius Caesar, write Brutus’
Of the ambition taken?Of the crown thrice refused?
Of the conspirator’s way and the glory desired?
You think that a poem so can be found,
When you’re just lying at home on the ground?
‘I’m in brackets to real life’, you sound
No cospiracy, write hypocrisy

You’re just waiting for someone dying
But neither you have so much time
Go out of home, follow the people crying
For Caesar and revenge on shameless Brutus!
Or go to Philippi and fight to free us
‘It must be by his death’
No, it must be by yourself

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