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.

For Brutus is your name a poem by R.A. Jacob

For brutus is your name

 a poem by R. A. Jacob

You supported the Aggressor, 

You strengthened those hands, 

You acted ignorant, 

As if I don't understand. 

Brutus, I can see you clearly, 

Brutus, you can not hide, 

Brutus, your shame is eternal, 

Brutus, you can't hide. 

The world will blame you for every, 

No one will ever use that name, 

I will hide your name forever, 

For brutus is your name. 

A poem by R. A. Jacob

Note : Brutus, Roman general, one of the conspirators in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Though he is Caesar's friend, Brutus joins in the conspiracy against Caesar's life, convincing himself that Caesar's death is for the greater good of Rome.

"तुम्हारा नाम ब्रूटस है।" कविता

आपने आक्रमणकारी का समर्थन किया,

आपने उन हाथों को मजबूत किया,

आपने अज्ञान व्यक्त किया,

जैसा कि मुझे समझ नहीं है।

ब्रूटस, मैं तुम्हें स्पष्ट रूप से देख सकता हूं,

ब्रूटस, तुम छिप नहीं सकते,

ब्रूटस, तुम्हारी शर्म शाश्वत है,

ब्रूटस, तुम छिप नहीं सकते।

दुनिया तुम्हें हर के लिए दोषी ठहराएगी,

कोई भी उस नाम का उपयोग नहीं करेगा,

मैं  तुम्हारा नाम छिपाऊंगा,

क्योंकि तुम्हारा नाम ब्रूटस है। 

Brutus, You can't be forgiven

Poem By Reginold Jacob

Brutus, You can't be forgiven, 

Brutus, You are a bunch of lies, 

Brutus, You will continue to hide, 

In your sins so wide. 

You will have to live in secrecy, 

You will continue to live in the veil, 

Your name is itself a cover, 

You will always remain in the veil. 

Why did you stab me, 

Tell me where did I fail, 

No, you will continue to hide, 

In the deep dark vail. 

Every Caesars will find his Brutus, 

Every Brutus will hide in a veil, 

Every veil will one-day parish, 

Leading to eternal pain. 

Matthew Bill "He who would find a friend without faults will be without friend’s" (unknown.) I guess this is where the term getting stabbed in the back came from? All the senators each took a turn to stab Caesar in his back. His last dying words were “Even you Brutus” this hits close to home because we have the same story playing out in DC. In Brutus' defense, Caesar was running Rome into the ground when one forgets history one’s doomed to repeat it. A good poem that jars some deep thoughts. Thanks for sharing

I know, it was you

 I know, it was you, who stabbed me,

You need not hide your eyes,

If that wound could be inflicted,

It must have had the approval of Christ.

No weapon formed against me can prosper,

If He wills, it's His wish, My life,

I don't fear human, betrayal,

Betrayal is a part and parcel of life.

No questions to ask, 

No answers, to cook,

What if some foundations shook,

At least no lies to cook.

You have been made free,

You will never be asked,

What if some were wounded,

What if some were shattered alas.

I will consider it a hoax,

All was a hoax  that I found,

No matter what to grieve for,

No, you must not choke.

Pauline Miller An interesting piece. Hi Reginald, how are you keeping these days? I hope that life is treating you well.

My Throat Was Too Easy To Cut, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My Throat Was Too Easy To Cut

 a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My throat was too easy to cut,

So they severed it in one go,

In a fraction of second,

My head its shoulders contd know.

Like a mercy less butcher,

They have cut me apart,

Cutting not just my throat,

Crushing even my heart.

My friend, loved ones, my faithful,

My dear ones, alike,

Have threshed in their swords to rob me of my life,

Brutus, Brutus, just Brutus I find.

They have forgotten,

They are once more, clean,

Not a drop of my blood,

Is on their forehead seen.

Maybe my blood is water,

Maybe it leaves no stains,

How blessed I will find myself,

If they knew it still doth pains.

Note:-

This poem was written by me when I lost my first job.

The poem has an immensity of pain and a lot of emotions that come out of a bleeding soul.

I think you will understand it better as you read these lines.

Let begone be begone, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Only one Judas was enough,

To hang My Lord on the tree

Eleven faithful disciples failed,

One did the job you see,

One Brutus is enough for Caesar,

All other daggers were just replicas you see

One Judas, one Brutus, one dash and dash,

Will play their part every now and then,

The sacrifice had to be made,

I too have been sacrificed,

At the altar of misunderstanding,

You always have a sacrifice.

Judas shall betray,

Brutus shall thrush in their swords,

Yet Life shall still go on,

Though Caesar shall be bygone.

Note: - Poem talks about betrayal and it's associated pain. Christ had to die on the cross. He was God He rose again. His death was for all of us to receive Life in its fullness.

What about Caesar or you and me when we are betrayed?

Dash and dash stand for people who betray us