Bloodied hands

"Beware the ides of March"
The prophet cried out loud
Caesar would not heed him
Though Calpurnia dreamed and
Begged him to stay at home
He was convinced to attend...
In the senate they were waiting
Ready to take his precious life
Supposed friends: they approached
Daggers hidden up their sleeves
One by one they stabbed him deep
His blood was spilled that day
Washed their hands blood red
Marc Antony came along they say
Shook their bloodied hands anon
Pretending that everything was okay
Thoughts of revenge were in his head
Knowing he must wait for another day
Revenge did come: more blood was spilled

Does the bleeding never end?
How many times must someone pay?
Until all lie dead amid the dust?
Until there is nobody left to slay?
I look around in this day and age
So many willing to kill and lie
Ah dear Lord: nothing has really changed
This vicious cycle never seems to end
Each day the blood still runs red
As more and more poor people die...

Watched Shakespeare's Julius Caesar
A bloody history from ancient Rome
These latter days seem no better...
Life is still not considered precious
Too many poor human beings
Are bleeding out into this dusty ground
For Satan rules too many hearts
And hate goes on and on and on