for was the round lost to pride,
misguided are we in the game
for lost is our eyes within the frame
a movement jerks the cry of shame
for on what more can we place the blame
but the colosseum.
placed above us is the means
for which we are one with machines
indeed we seek a better world
but put on hold, is living.
Resist the urge to speak our mind
assist in purging all the signs
a warning on the wall says "watch"
a blind man hears but cannot touch.
a braille room with braille walls explain the
meaning of the calls.
for what can man do more then yearn
to seek a waste of time to learn of which war was won
who's ode to fame.
is something Caesars death won't yet explain
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