Gladiator

Gladiators

They are born from they’re mother’s womb

And thrown into the mud and dirt with the elements to be molded

By Jupiter himself, with his light sparks the fire for only by his hand they bloom

He slowly rises by growing and working hard labor

For the pain of the Mind Body and Soul he must gain his God’s favor

For his Sweat and Blood stains the lands

As they grow into men for the privilege to fight in the sands

Only then will Jupiter shed the rain upon them as a blessing

The Gladiator's say; Shall we begin