Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Broken, they are, for our pleasure

Helmets and swords
Flesh, bones
Blood sacrificed
For the pleasure
Of the crowd
Of leisure
Betting their treasure
Broken for you
Slaves trained
Bodies scarred and stained
On the way to stardom
In combat, in the ring
On the fields
For the cheering crowds
From ancient to modern
Taking bodies of the willing
Turning them into the broken
We are sheep and are led
By our masters
Nothing has changed
Bodies sacrificed
For the pleasure
Of the crowds
With wars
Without the dead