The Betrayal

Cassius, Casca, Metillus, Cinna-
their knives plunged deep,
they drew blood;
yet Caesar stood unfazed:
An inner strength, a bent of mind
Steadily Caesar gazed.
Resolute that stance
Full blooded roar
"One smite from me
you'll bleat no more."
On their faces cunning smiles
they had read his loving mind;
for Brutus closed in from behiond
to strike; no blood flowed-
only a river of pain
screamimg, unrestrained
"Why, Dear One?
Why did you srtike?
What did I do
that was not right?"