Coriolanus

Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
Thy Mother? In madness, she did succeed
Over thy sweet heart her words stampede
Instilled insecurity, hate will blindly breed

Oh Marcius, my Liege
In Corioles walls, all by thee secede
A pack of cowards thee most kindly mislead
And yet their Savior they pay no heed

Oh Marcius, my Liege
People are fickle, yes indeed
Shall we anoint a scapegoat for their greed?
Roman savior, yet enemy decreed

Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
From Volsci hands you have them freed
They think not twice of severing the hand that will feed
Plant thy vengeance with rival’s seed

And with this most loathsome deed
Thee brewed thy own carotid mead

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