Dawn over the Colosseum

Making war for the pleasure

Of the leisured class

The plutocrats

The warriors were well trained

Never enemies

Just professionals of combat

Dying too soon to leave legacies

Paid in food, and in promises 

Never forming families

But brothers in arms

From across the Mediterranean

And the far reaches

Of the empire

These were men

Who had only one hope

To survive their employment

Unable to decline their labor

Their training and physical abilities
Their lethal arms and agility
Made them dangerous
So dangerous

But slaughter paid so very little

And soon enough those trained would rise

And use their skills

Against their owners

Fighting to be free
To one day see
The sun rise
Over the Mediterranean