Brutus' Lament Poem by Christian Muller

Oh fairest brute who did their Caesar slay.
Did you take joy to see thy Caesar fall
On red dyed senate floor? How can you pray
As man who killed a god? Oh hear the call
Of Roman mobs that thirst to see the way
Your insides look on cobbled roads. The gall
You had as son and friend to twice betray
His love he held for you and Romans all.
But praise to you who stood when none would stand.
Your blood was made to spill the blood of those
Who crowned themselves in Rome. You did depose
The tyrant king by guided righteous hand.
Ave Brutus! The last true son of Romulus.
The sprite of Rome lies in the tomb with Brutus.