‘Alea iacta est.’   The die is cast.
Rudd has nailed his colours to the mast.
Many here are low and woebegone
As he prepares to cross his Rubicon.
These words, echoes of an empire past,
Remind us; all passes, nothing lasts.
Yesterday he was the man of the hour
Held high office and exercised power.
Tomorrow much to our and his chagrin
It could be gone – gone with the wind.

Ah yes, what did Scarlett O’Hara say?

“Tomorrow is another day!”