Brutus

There was a man Who had a friend, Whom he thought Was good Because of his mildness He let him into his house Shared his possessions with him Treated him like his brother Made intimacy with him They ate in one plate. Brutus had known him well He's true characters Neither does the man know Brutus' true colours, Because of his subtlety. No one else knew this man's whereabout Or his plans and decisions Except this friend Brutus He thought was good. One day Brutus Impore something From him Which is To give him all he had But this was too hard for him, Really beyond he's capability O! Thought Brutus In his mind: You won't give me Only this I ask from thee, He agreed with him: With pretence Ok! Ah! There's no problem. But deeply He has disgusted him And was ready to steal from him; He hard a plan with some bad guys; To pay them half of anything they'd rob. So, one night He was asleep Sleeping and dreaming He was dreaming about His dearly friend Brutus Whom he thought Would never fail him As if he had a vision in dream Where he saw Brutus Hanged alive Just because he was caught For looting. This man was in deep sleep And never know That they have stolen from him All he had. As he opened his eye He was naked, In the middle of nowhere, They tight his hands backwards; Before him, was Brutus; Laughing at him In grins, He thought a moment How could this be Brutus? How did I get here? Brutus had a knive with him To murder him He beat him himself How painful the feeling was to him A friend I cherished so much? A friend I shared all I had with? Is this a dream? He asked himself. Fortunately arrived Were police, Sorrounded them Halt! Halt! Brutus was captured And dragged about They were all beaten And hung to death. This man couldn't believe this till today Your intimate friend Is really your worst enemy. Beware!