**I am a man locked in a cell,
Not a slave; not a free man.
I am trained to fight, trained to ****
A man trapped in hell.
My cloths are simple and *****
And the food is tasteless, bland.
A bowl of slop, is all I get,
That is all that is put in my hand.
I am trained to fight to stay alive,
From hour upon hour.
Until I can hardly move a muscle,
Or until I can hardly stand.
But I will be free one day,
To live the life I deserve.
To fight for freedom, and my right to live,
To put my family first.
I died to save the people from slavery,
And my bones were burned to dust.
But I live on in history,
My name is Spartacus!!
Sheila..**
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
**I am a man locked in a cell,
Not a slave; not a free man.
I am trained to fight, trained to ****
A man trapped in hell.
My cloths are simple and *****
And the food is tasteless, bland.
A bowl of slop, is all I get,
That is all that is put in my hand.
I am trained to fight to stay alive,
From hour upon hour.
Until I can hardly move a muscle,
Or until I can hardly stand.
But I will be free one day,
To live the life I deserve.
To fight for freedom, and my right to live,
To put my family first.
I died to save the people from slavery,
And my bones were burned to dust.
But I live on in history,
My name is Spartacus!!
Sheila..**
