Slaves of Sicily revolt against the republic
Roman ranks marching to swat unruly flies
skirmishing resisters fighting in shackles
slaughtered like dogs and choking on their chains
trying to defeat the captors with impunity
waves of unfit men are falling upon their spears
the institute of slavery begun bartering
the bloodline child to facilitate the rule
Irradiating resistance the military flourishes
blood at the end of one hundred crashing blades
circumcised of life and defeated to the core
conquered blood from concurred lands will fall upon purer soil
Naysayers sentenced to death by wild beast
what scrawny little slaves these were
their beaten skin embroidered with purple welts
half shaved heads bearing the master brand
chains around their ankles wrapped in foreign rags
fornicating with purpose of deliverance
into the greedy hands of the populous hoard
These gods we know naught
they have no power to hold up the blade
forced to breed in captivity
for their children know not of a better life
These of war dogs stolen from distant lands
falling with diversity ripped from society
emaciated skins hang high
the flailing beating tapestries
bleed against a crooked sky
a kiss by the lips of Apollo
wage a war in tyranny
Bound away, their souls in grey
Beaten into rows and bonded into chains
Death is awaiting, forward march single line
Dead husbands ignore desperate cries
Draping over swollen eyes the hands clenched into fists
sunlight dries the water from their thirsty mouths and blood
at the hands of the superior cast
those who survive will be acclimated forcefully
This is the way of power

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