Life in the circus maximus
Throw them to the lions
A thumb to the throat
Excited screaming minions.
Ceasar you are the empire
A gesture can bring clemency
How far from death are you?
When the mob are finally free.
Rampaging through your palace
Ransacking your worldly goods
A world outside is at your door
Rejecting your financed gods.
Brutal a death though righteous
An influence infects a virtue
For any movement has hierarchy
Power always wins over the true.
And when all faith is destroyed
From ruin a new leader rises
Victorious, noble then conceited
Till a circus maximus emerges........