History.

Travelling around the world,

seeing everything my mind could never dream.

 

As I travel to Rome, Greece watching the gladiators,

dying as we would watch just for the fun.

Though, for what is so fun about that.

To see men, slaves die with fear,

struck in their eyes and hearts.

 

The lions they were to not defeat,

play with their dead bodies as if toys,

all in the pool of blood it so loves.

With courage, one would stand,

out of the rest.

 

This beast had no pity, no fear,

it is, was an animal.

With all other allies dead between,

him and beast it was scaried,

as if his former gladiators were helping him live,

fight the lion,

strength, defeat as the lion was as lost as a cub.

 

Even in death, they shall fight to help thy other man,

that can choose to still have a life.

 

These people that create the games,

laugh and eat good food,

as if they were sitting at a feast with the King of Greece himself.

These persons would bath in thy men's blood,

after it has showered across the arena.

Drink this blood,

as if wine.

These horrible drunk souls,

are just like the lions.

 

Now travel to France, England where slaves, peasants

are sent to lands not yet known well,

by them who send them.

 

They're to be prisoners for all their lives,

and still more.

As their bodies shall lay in waste,

a hundred years,

till the wind should blow away their bone ash.

 

Travel to Germany, Russia where war,

is all that seems to be there answer.

 

They call for blood,

even when they have no reason to spill it.

As to make the way pass thy ocean,

to South America, Peru where history and knowledge,

far to great to understand,

how this place could learn so much,

changing the furture world forever.

 

Travelling around the world,

in different times, everthing I know would be,

doubled for everything before,

is everything I wish to know.