Ad Cleopatram

Sired by the sands of a barren land,
This whore-queen gives freely to our men of power,
Opening her legs to achieve what she's planned,
One lover dead, another to devour.
She defiles the Senate with conniving seduction,
Whether under or on top, she encourages corruption.

Serpent, Siren, be gone!
Rome is not your petty pawn.