Who am I
Who am I that I deserve to live
A common thief
Facing judgment
For the crime I committed
Who am I that I deserve to fight
In this great coliseum
Naught but to entertain
The blood thirsty crowd
Who am I that I deserve to feel
The biting steel
Of the gladiators blade
As it comes to an end
Who am I that I deserve to die
As I see the Caesar’s thumb facing down
As I think of why I stole
and my children’s faces come to view
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