Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

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A CANDIDATE

Not the barbarians. At riverside
mounted with stirrups they are waiting still
patient and deadly, quite prepared to kill
but not yet bothered. When their leader died

went under grave loot with a slave or two
strangled they wept and shrugged. Perhaps their hearts
no longer in his war. They'd played their parts
later it seemed. Done what he paid them to,

Our Caesar who explained what he would need,
Absolute power to start. And all our cash
He made us slaves. Citizens felt the lash
or cross or cutting knife. Chanted his creed

It did not save us, But he'd save the town
cost us our lives, our freedome and his crown.
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