Cinna's Poem

Thou world dost end,
For thou Caesar has been taken,
My heart shall not mend,
For thou Caesar has been taken,

So noble and kind,
Romans will lose their peace of mind,
Caesar was O so great,
How could this be his fate?

Rome is crying,
It's people are dying ,
For Caesar was Rome ,
Now no peasant would call it home,

My heart shall not mend,
For thou Caesar has been taken,
For I was the lost horse,
And Caesar acted as the instinct
That guided me to the holy water source,

I am now the lost horse once more,
Not caring for threatening hungry boar's,
I say "Let them have my head",
For I would rather be with Caesar instead.