Et Tu Brute? by Chad Arias

And if I rise one dawn to come;

My inquisitive son in arm with gun,
Amidst this barrel of ill refute,
The dogmatic tyrant is in rebuke,

My reign will end in ideals of blood,
A seed of mine will head the flood,
That surges through his elders dams,
New found philosophy clenched in hand,

For in demise no greater pride,
A critical thinker;
This son of mine.

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