One man can rule over all
Rome, the greatest City of all
The Empire of the World,
Ruled by one man,
Julius Caesar

His passion for power was huge,
His empire, even bigger
But some where not so kind,
Others wished him gone,
And so they plotted,
Plotted a plan,
Plotted his assassination

The day then came,
From returning from one battle,
To be greeted back home,
Before the next great battle arrived,
But he was warned to flee
“Beware the Ides of March”
The Soothsayer said, but he didn’t listen
He continued on his route to the Senate

His wife saw blood, his own blood,
And the faces of enemies bathing in his blood
But even her wise words couldn’t persuade him
He still went to the Senate
Where the murderers were waiting
How much more did he have to endure?
Through the torment of the power struggle,
To please the Mob, or his friend?
Brutus made the choice, his choice,
The choice that changed the Empire
“Et tu Brute”, and Caesar fell

The battle determined all,
The rightful ruler over the Empire
And the traitors fell,
By their own swords