##VOTE DipDiplomacyandWarfare wrote: ↑Sun Mar 09, 2025 9:06 pmBy the knowledge of our minds
By the works made by our hands
By our witness against lies
By our people, Rome will stand
The crowd jeered angrily at the reciter. Cinna’s poetry had gradually fallen out of favor during the past several months for three reasons. First, poetry was being scorned by the general public as a symbol of the aristocracy who patronized it. Second, his populist style of poetry in particular had come to be associated with the Senate and the aristocracy’s insistence that they were the true people of Rome. And, third and most importantly, Cinna shared a name with Cinna the Senator, vocal opponent of Julius Caesar, the dictator who was beloved by the people.
A rock flew over the speaker’s head, and several more followed it. The plebians, of course, thought that they were the true people of Rome.
Arrogant fools.
That thought was punctuated by several soldiers turning up to see who was making all the noise and why.
Time to go.
Cinna, wearing a dark hood, quietly backed away. In the chaos, nobody looked at his face or asked who he was.
At the other end of the crowd, Cinna turned and fled. He was not wearing a hood, but for all the attention his name brought, almost nobody knew his face.
Neither of them spared a thought for the poor man who now had the attention of both the crowd and the soldiers.
One kak is more than enough.