cinna's a poet, and doth he know it .

who to trust
in a world so mad

i didn't know him
but it' still so sad

and its all so true
the thought makes me feel l o s t

we Romans raised the price
but we will also pay the cost



so little i can do
as just a commoner, a poet

with this feeling of pride
how may i show it ?

run the streets ?
scream and cause horror ?

i feel we Romans should think,
t a k e i t s l o w e r



for hunger caused a great mans death
this country needs to be out to a test

afraid to say
that we may fail

these citizens would rather leave,
get on a boat, sail

they're always looking
for a man to blame

never could it have been
their fault in this game



maybe one day
i will want
to call myself one of t h e m

but for now i sit
wishing it was then





(ps. the lack of punctuation is artistic :P )