Et tu, Brute?, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Et tu, Brute?

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Et Tu, Brute? regretted Julius,

As the stabs brought Julius down,

It's always difficult to find them,

Till they have accomplished the clout.

When in place of authority,

It's difficult to distinguish for sure,

Traitor wear wail of deception,

Layers of deception cover the core.

Solomon's wisdom is needed,

Sometimes you have to command,

Cut the child in pieces,

And the truth emerges up fast.

Only God can grant you wisdom, and

You will distinguish truth from lies,

It will save you from all stabs

Yet pain will definitely make you cry.

R. A. Jacob.