I'm A Roman Centurion Guard

I'm A Roman Centurion Guard   

I'am a Roman Centurion guard.
when I'm around, you must bow.
No matter who you are.
I have a long red cape;
everyone likes the way it drapes.
Where ever I'am,
I look so fine in my Roman garb.
Along with my white horse,
I was a sight to behold;
I'am a Roman Centurian guard.
I march all day and all night
to get to the battle at hand;
we always come out victorious.
That is why we are known to be the best in the land;
part of my job is policing the conquered territories
for our leader so grand.
No one dares to mess with us  
since we are the power for now.
We use fear as the tactic at hand.
It has always worked for everyone in Rome;
so many are crucified and the families let out a sad song.
We tax everyone at hand;
you better not complain to the man;
I'm telling you this to be kind,
so stay quiet please;
you will live longer like that.
Our fearless leader is Julius Caesar. 
He wants the senator's and everyone's wife;
he has absolutely no class.
His mind is nowhere near sound.
They think it was not even around 
to get himself out of a jam.
He sent his legions 
to conquer far and away new lands,
but they all came back with many people's daughters and sons
to join the army and make everyone proud.
Caesar, he wanted everyone's gold 
and all of their wealth;
his greed could not in any way be quenched.
He crucifies anyone who even did protest
or makes even a sound,
or a comotion to make the people rise 
that simply were not allowed.
Just look at what happened to Jesus Crist.
They blamed the Jews for that,
but how can this be 
since the Jews had no power at all
so why did they take the fall?
No one really knows;
it must of have been the powers that be.
Caesar was worried he would be killed.
He was paranoid and mentally ill;
that is why he kept his guards so near-
only the best that were skilled.
These special forces were fed well at all times.
He treated them with luxuries that were so fine
they could never in any way have 
but actually they did not care for that much.
They too wanted power and it was finally at hand,
but as they say so close, but far away
until that dreadful day,
when opportunity knocked their way,
everyone knows he was betrayed. 
It happened all in one place,
at the senator's enclave.
The senators stabbed and stabbed into his frail body
until he was dead.
It was his nephew that took his mighty place.
He was also a real nutcase, but Rome needed a leader
if its all the same.
They hurried and put him in a shallow grave;
this is the end of this tale;
in Roman times they did hail.  
Caesar was the man about town,
but he could not hold on to power 
for long and now he was totally gone,
and that's that.
Many of the things they built are still working today, 
left as a monument to their mighty strength
like aqueducts and bridges and even those bath houses;
that was the pride of the land to enjoy and have a good soak.
We remember all of the Roman times
but especially the Roman Centurion guards.

By Marc Acrich