The Death of Cinna

The lock turned...
The door opened...
It was a bad idea for Cinna to come out
But only curiosity forced him

All the questions were bombarded on me
They asked:
"What's your name?"
"Where do you dwell?"
"Are you married or a bachelor?"
All these questions were asked; only Cinna's head knew how he was feeling.

ANSWER! ANSWER THEM TRUTHFULLY
I am Cinna, Cinna the poet
KILL THE CONSPIRATOR
I am no conspirator, I am a poet

IT IS NO MATTER HIS NAME IS CINNA

Cinna has been put to silence
The last thing he saw was a flash of a sword
T'was the pointy bit that struck.

Cinna is free
He is no coward
HE IS A POET

By Mam Penda Secka 8N