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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  • CHIPMUNK on Jan 12, 2011

    thanks for sharing

  • albert1jemi on Jan 12, 2011

    Nice share

  • s j tubrazy on Jan 12, 2011

    well post, nice share

  • Jimmy Shilaho on Jan 12, 2011

    I should read the bard one more time.

  • jamesII on Jan 13, 2011

    Always the larger question! I think we as writer have a responibility to social and nature order. Anything that I publish will encompass these two ideas. Still, I realized others find joy in horror and gore–unrest and disruption! I write to beg for a equal order and tries to be as wholesome as possible–all the while trying to entertain. I read and write to you–because so much is owed! Daily, I shall pay! Cool! Love!

  • Val Mills on Jan 14, 2011

    Still smiling at this.

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