Just a twisted take on my version of Julius Caesar. Guarantee you Shakespeare will be rolling in his grave for this…. Apologies to those people who may be offended by this….
Yond Cassius over there has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much, such men are dangerous.
So think him as a serpent’s egg,
Which hatched would as his kind grow mischievious,
And kill him in its shell.
For he thought himself to be a Colossus,
And we petty men walk under his huge legs
And peep about to find ourselves dishonourable graves.
For t’was best to speak strike and redress his actions,
Not because we loved loved him less but because we loved peace more.
By Anisha Achankunju (C) 12th January 2011
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