Listen to the pulse of the world, listen.
We collectively bow before idols, or recline, however the case may be.
Obfuscating our thoughts with the drone of the gods, drone on gods, drone on.
For we have forgotten what used to be,
Men standing firm, feet planted in the earth, their muscles rippling with exertion.
Women, capable women, given to thought and reflection, peaceable ways.
Builders of society, they knew God,
out in the elements, they knew who they were.
Dignity, goodness, uprightness, upheld.
What stands for societies gods now?
The obliteration of others, laugh at the idiots.
The degradation of all, for nothing is sacred.
How quickly do we fall?
Crowds gather, vast crowds
climb high to your seat,
sweat trickles down your face in the heat.
Collective excitement as the gates are lifted,
a gasp as the lion is released.
Then the slave standing,
ebony shining in the sun.
A battle to the death,
and who questions why this is?
Man against beast, man against man
Battles are still fought before masses
battles for dignity, battles for sanity.
How entertaining, to see people fail.
Are we all mad?
The Romans are still alive...