I Hear Caesar Poem by Naveed Akram

I hear you speak to me with news of goodness,
I hear you say the respites and relics of good,
My hearing stays tomorrow even, like the ghosts
Of a hundred men, the men who storm the basilica.

I must see this theory at work by the godliest prince,
Opening the doors to the realised work and deed;
The balls of leather and fighting are rolling like luxury,
Luxurious men are like the liars of this daytime.

I heard the obnoxious sound of a strutting public,
Crowds disfigured the Caesar, a man of the senate
And imperial grace, a fighter of sorting and delegating,
Little is the imagination of the godly men who dine.

Must I see you engulf a proud goat with steel teeth?
The armies of the centurions are too many today;
The legions will be led by legates of pride and stupor,
Caesar himself shall hear me speak to the carts of life.