when I begin reading, i share my emotions.
but not in Julius Caesar, whose chapters of life evoke eager anticipation.
a royal residence, caesar’s, was built on the streets of Rome.
who was the boss?
he was the king, as bright as a diamond ring,
and he adored all of his companions,
who ultimately determined his fate.
Calpurnia, oh my Calpurnia
she feared for his survival and had dreams about bad omens,
which tainted her faith in her husband’s romans
caesar overlooked the fact that her dream was misinterpreted
he was a lion who fought evil in a straight line
his popular quotation, ‘cowards die several times before they die,
the brave never taste death more than once,’ is deep-rooted in the mind.
when ancients in our eyes battled in green gaul,
he fought for new riches and nobleman’s glory,
rising from the mud where slave-spears lay broken,
and restoring his family’s good name.
the consulship could well be achieved by
binding giants in a favourable alliance,
but men of the day could not recognise excellence,
and he was barred from beloved Rome.
so he rode out and defeated the wild Gauls,
who had once brought Rome to its knees,
winning victory after victory in the northern woods,
splitting oaks in the east and marring the sheen of his sword.
when fleets hemmed the horizon by Britain’s cliffs,
and the sphinx’s seat was polished marble-gold,
ten thousand greeks could say of his exploits.
there were also a thousand Egyptians who claimed to know him.
he ruled the mediterranean with a savage steel,
and he spread civilization across the globe.
his descendants spread like a stain over the land in later years;
the seas, too, were dyed with roman sails,
and every coin minted bore caesar’s profile.
even now, when the empire has hardened to the point of iron,
and purple luxury has taken the place of war’s crimson,
just a few recall
our mighty red-feathered conqueror,
our young and mighty red-feathered conqueror.
Mark Antony, his noblest and most devoted companion
didn’t abandon him until the very end
but there are no answers as to why their friendship
turned a depressing line.
he gave us July and gifted us the leap year!
Cleopatra loved it when he loved her!
Caesar was a huge fan of the girls.
he had a lot of fun with a lot of damsels.
he identified himself as the ruler for all time.
maybe that wasn’t so smart.
his reign came to an end in the ides of march.
he was assassinated by people he felt were his friends.
it can be difficult to recognise the adversaries at times.
but who needs enemies when you’ve got friends like that?
Julius Caesar, the Roman General,
looked across the narrow channel.
“Alea Iacta Est!” he must make his mind now
or never ever to leave cisalpine
and work to ensure his immortality
he stopped going to the senate building,
but the evil Brutus ruined his plans like a mouse.
he handed Caesar over to the senators.
by spreading rumours that are unfounded
they assassinated Caesar in the senate chamber.
his voice had become hoarse.
Et Tu Brute [ you too, Brutus ] he exclaimed, believing Brutus.
Brutus, on the other hand, was content to kill caesar
the heavens wept when caesar died.
Senators’ joy did not last long, as they shrank in the face of Antony’s rage.
Antony plotted his vengeance, using caesar’s funeral as a starting point.
Brutus, oblivious to his surroundings, handed over the joint.
his tears erupted into a blaze.
Caesar’s funeral pyre was also lit.
Antony swore to put an end to the unfaithful dogs
and started a fire of vengeance with his words
Antony’s speech became popular all over the world.
he won millions of hearts
with the opening line Friends, Romans, Countrymen,’
and people came in to support him
Antony enlisted the assistance of Octavius Caesar,
Caesar’s nephew, in waging a war against their enmity.
Brutus and Cassius made their own choices about their fates.
against Octavius and Antony, they were defeated.
and finally they took their own lives…