A Savior

My point of view for the great Spartacus

The times were hard, yet the motives drilled inside repelled him,

The swift movements cut deep to wash the ground with blood,

Incoherent forces gave no effort, as eyes beheld the torment

Endurance was not a pleasure, yet each blood brought hope

No more the chains ripped his neck, no more the barriers held his pride,

Masters bowed down, and they stood their ground,

His name was carried through the wind, as each knew him,

For the savior brought the true meaning of freedom,

And drew the Romans to fear the grounds they held,

And only one word that seems to shiver them, “Spartacus”

Reviews

[SAYED THANGAL]

the poem has a good rhythm and tone, enjoyed it.
sayed thangal, India