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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