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Wednesday, May 29, 2024
For Brutus is your name a poem by R.A. Jacob
Sunday, April 25, 2021
Brutus, you can't be forgiven
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
Monday, January 18, 2021
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.
Thursday, July 16, 2020
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
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Let begone be begone, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
Only one Judas was enough,
Justice is the cry of the earth, a poem by R. A. Jacob
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