In the humble derelict month of July,

Lay a babe awakened by the trifle of lie,

A Queen to the Rome that was ruled by Caesar.

However, a Cesar that the Brutus – The Brutal, thus killed.

Now Atia was cousin to the great Caesar,

She would often be subject, he often  would tease her.

Now as Caesar lay in his own maroon liquid,

Atia teared and watch his downfall.

For what is Rome without the tragedy?  

For what is life without adventure?

Yes, death shall enter but the trifle of lie,

My friend shall always live.

Amra Mackic, 17


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