Sic Semper Tyrannis
Thus always to tyrants
You were a slave come from
The temple of Dionysus
Working for wage
You were unlike most
For the fates were merciful
And upon tasting
The sweet wine of mercy
You became a glutton
And from then on
Gods’ ambrosia or sweet wine
Were not enough
You were the Caesar
The rex, defied but more
Devil than God
On trial for your crimes
Lucky to be beheaded
And not crucified
Something which would
Never been afforded you
Had you still been a slave
The worst of it was
Your memory forgotten
And statues torn down
You left no glory to fade
From the world
What you were was
A wick snuffed out
Sic semper tyrannis
The fate of the tyrant
Is like all, in the ground
Rushed swiftly to Hades
The tyrant brought down
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philosophia et poetica
Poetry"I am the thing which You know the most and yet you Understand the least." a collection of poetry exploring philosophy. the painting is, "The Death of Socrates" by Jacques-Louis David.
