Windmills of My Mind

Desiderata must have lingered in JULIUS CAESAR's territory for longer than usual (since last Sunday's wee hours)... caught in some TIME WARP pondering what I termed as a "resounding betrayal" of a friendship. When the emperor-to-be was greeted by the band of conspirators headed by Brutus, CAESAR was in a state of shock as six or seven of the assasins put their daggers in his back, splattering blood over over his robe. As Caesar staggered towards his trusted friend, the honourable Brutus, the latter took out a knife and sank it into Caesar's chest, and the victim wailed: "Et tu, Brute!" (meaning "You too, fiendish one!" also playing on the assasin's name, BRUTUS.

Yes, the most honourable Brutus who was held in high regard by all the other Senators gathered at the Capitol on the Ides of March for an assembly, Brutus' act sealed the Emperor-to-be's fate -- the stab was described by Mark Antony as "the most unkindest cut of all".

Desiderata has sunk into certain similar states of despair, and it was one thus that budded the following poem (I apologise if my AnGeR shows forth like a TiGeR's bared teeth!):

Mind Game

You praised me sky high
He landed me a left hook

One acted as Dr Jekyll
The other as Mr Hyde

Then you denied singing the praises
He said the left swings were right

I know not what game Both are playing
I've warned it's life threatening

Beware the fury of a mind nigh exploding
From damning praises and hurting hooks

You behaved like an angel
He applied the arms of a terrorist

But working in unison
You Both are cowardly leftists

Worse than the scum of the earth
Yet you Both vow to clean up the mess

It's a mind game I would want stopped now
Or I'll hit back doubly hard

At you with a humbling, righteous left
At him with a numbing, terrorist right

YLChong,
Composed on an Angry Day some years ago, Desiderata's Ides of March?

PS: Dwell on the thought there is within us the potentials for an Angel and/or a Beast springing forth, depending on the trigger? I believe so.