Maybe you've seen it.
Such a scene—
In a small cylinder
Two crickets are fighting,
Both sides are flapping their wings.
Make a metallic sound,
Run to each other.
It was a scuffle and collision,
After a long struggle,
There's always something stronger.
Pull off the other leg.
Bite your stomach-until you die.
The great fighting field of ancient Rome
It looks like this,
You can imagine.
The magnificent scenery.
Ancient Rome is the famous "Seven Shan Ye's Mies".
East of paladin mountain.
It's to the north of Lisishan.
To the south of Mount Esbalin.
Central basin
There is one-it may be.
The biggest fighting field in the world,
It's like a round castle.
Seen from a distance, it is a four-story building.
Each floor has dozens of tall doors and windows.
The circumference inside is a stone platform.
It can accommodate more than100000 people.
Think of those days when fighting skills were held.
Maybe it's a happy day.
It's more lively here than catching a temple fair.
The ancient Romans put on holiday clothes.
Facing here from all directions.
A sea of people-the whole city is jubilant.
It seems to be celebrating the victories in Asia and Africa.
Actually, I just came to see a cruel tragedy.
Arouse one's own happiness from the pain of others.
At the sound of the horn
Death is on the scene
All gladiators are slaves.
The chosen person is strong,
They are all prisoners of the defeated country.
I've lost my wife and children,
Now escort to the fighting field.
It is equivalent to the execution of the death penalty that does not need to be announced.
Painting faces the end of being slaughtered.
Like animals in a barn;
Those who fight with each other have no resentment or hostility.
But arranged the same fate,
With innocent hands.
Killing innocent people;
Knowing you're going to die.
Instead, I pin my hopes on the tip of the knife;
Sometimes you have to fight wild animals.
Beast-whether full or not
Hungry or terribly hungry-
What it craves is warm blood,
Slaves will come here even if they have the courage
Can only come from despair,
Because what is needed here is not wisdom.
But it must overwhelm each other's strength;
Look how arrogant those thugs are!
They are laborers employed in the Colosseum.
Long cow head and horse face.
With an iron bar and a whip.
I was wearing a mask at first.
Later, I didn't even want the mask)
They drove gladiators to fight.
Struggle before death;
The most pitiful is the masked gladiator.
I don't know which one is lazy.
Come up with such a cruel idea! )
People in combat can't see each other.
Both sides waved daggers to find the enemy.
Both offense and defense are blind-
Blind death, blind victory.
A battle is over.
The thugs entered the arena.
Drag the body out with a long hook
And those bloody pieces of meat
Drag the murdered man aside.
Bring weapons and other things,
If he is dying, kill him;
Then wash the dirty blood with water.
Let it leave no trace—
These "thugs" are instigated by people.
Don't kill people directly.
But darker than the executioner.
Look at those layers of stands.
Tens of thousands of people are ecstatic.
There is a clear hierarchy.
Sitting in different positions according to the size of power,
Wang Jiagui people are laid back.
Next to him, there are accompanying ministers who flatter Ah Geng;
Those ladies-in-waiting are all dressed up.
They didn't come to see the war.
Let's talk about showing youth here.
As if the stars in the sky lit up the world;
Those who have "great achievements" live in
In the palace built by slaves with their hands
Rape of women who have lost their country;
Their tableware was covered with blood.
They appreciate the taste of blood;
Someone who can fight with animals.
How many are animals-
Get pleasure from bloody games
Laughter of death struggle,
The more painful others are, the happier they are;
Didn't you hear the laughter? )
The most hateful things are those
Use other people's disasters to speculate.
People who profit from a pool of blood,
Their wealth and sin grow together;
The more nervous slaves are on the battlefield.
The more excited the crowd in the stands;
The louder the call for killing.
The more violent laughter can break out;
Gold and silver jewelry glittered in the stands.
Knives, forks and daggers flash in the fighting field;
The distance between them is not far.
But there is an insurmountable wall.
This is the fighting field of ancient Rome.
For centuries.
Who knows how many slaves there are?
Died in this round pool.
God, Zeus, Cupid, God.
Where are all the so-called "Almighty Gods"?
Why are you indifferent to human misfortune?
Wind, rain, thunder,
Why can we tolerate sin?
Slave or slave?
Who is in charge of the world?
Who is the mastermind of this game?
The longer it takes, the clearer you can see:
All the people who run the fighting skill field are slave owners.
Whether it's old Turk Vinius
Or Sula, Caesar, Odawi ...
Are all slave owners—
Bloodthirsty beast, cruel king!
"Don't be a slave!
Be a free man! "
Single person call
Ten thousand people responded.
In order to change one's destiny
To destroy the evil fighting skill field;
Those who gamble on other people's lives
Nailed to the column of shame
The leader of slaves
Only from slaves;
* * * The same fate
Have the idea of * * *;
* * * With will.
Become a great force.
Raise the banner of justice again and again
The ability to struggle grows because of failure.
Angry teams are like waves in the Mediterranean.
Flooded the palace and overturned the Arc de Triomphe.
Washed away the fighting skill field, and it was mighty.
The awakened people vowed to irrigate the earth with blood.
Create a paradise for free labor!
Today, the great fighting ground of ancient Rome
It has become a relic of history, just like the ruins after the war.
Immersed in the afterglow of the sunset, like a bunker
Have to cause my doubt and meditation:
Whether it's a glorious commemoration,
Or a sign of shame?
It boasted about the luxury of ancient Rome,
Or record the brutal rule?
To win cheap sympathy,
Or a distant sigh?
It's been too long
Even marble should cry;
It's been too long
Even the Arc de Triomphe has to bow its head;
The most cruel scene of slave society has passed.
The unjust killing has disappeared in the smoke of history.
But it left a shameful memory on human conscience.
Tell us a fact:
Blood debt will be paid with blood sooner or later;
Bet other people's lives
It is impossible to get a glorious ending.
It's a little ridiculous-
In today's world
Some people still retain the concept of slave owners,
They regard all mankind as the object of slavery.
The whole earth is the biggest fighting skill field.