Gladiator's Lament
I’m sorry my friend.
It all has to end right here.
I must plunge my sword.
The emperor’s thumb
with his decision points down.
He will not spare you.
You are on the ground.
My sword’s pointed at your heart.
I shall move quickly.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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