Dilemma

-Song-like poem from Brutus’s view
-Two sides reasoning within him

My mind is weary
My soul stuck in place
I cannot seem to find the solution
In this dilemma

To soak my hands with the blood of my friend
Or to let Rome fall under the rule of the tyrant

Caesar is my alley
My friend during great conflicts
How unlucky am I
To make such burdening choices

Caesar is a threat
A dangerous rising dictator
This is my only chance
To save Rome from him

Kind to Romans, he is
Gentle to ones in need
Humbled in every way
Loved by all the Romans

A mask may be easily put on
A façade to gain support
Even if he is humbled to the heart
Who knows when his gentleness will fade?

Caesar, oh Caesar, a good friend
If only men were more stable in mind
If only kindness will never fade
Then fears like this will be needed no longer

My mind is weary
My soul stuck in place
I cannot seem to find the solution
In this dilemma

To soak my hands with the blood of my friend
Or to let Rome fall under the rule of the tyrant