"Et tu, Brute?" Ceasar asks Brutus, As he beholds the familiar facade Of his dear friend and protégé, Marcus Junius Brutus. Oh, what folly it was to even believe That people stick to their role And that masks do not fall off their face! Caesar, trudging along the way, Near the infamous Theatre of Pompey, On that national day of recompense, Was startled, briefly; Then, disenchanted, abruptly, As he realized the disheartening betrayal By his beloved Brutus-- An esteemed ally, a sworn disciple of his. "Why, oh why?" was his paltry lament-- A most ponderous weight settles In his dying, gullible heart While another companion proves to be Another traitor in disguise. Ah, what existence this has become, He declares, when a man may be reduced To utter zilch and complete perfidy By those he so trusted and loved. Thus, our Julius Caesar, a renowned leader Of ancient history, was put to death By the hands of another brother. "Et tu, Brute?" his echoed cry, indeed. "Et Tu, Brute?" This piece is based on Shakespeare's renowned work, using the phrase, "Et tu, Brute?" that translates to, "Even you, Brutus?". I shall be doing a series of oeuvres, coinciding with Pratik's prepared challenges for me. 😁 This is the first of them. #et_tu_brute #diwa #yqbaba
