The Gladiator

Today I shall face my demise and Why
has fate put me in the gladiator's role
The lion or myself, it is the arena's cry
Me naked with my self styled bludgeon
Makes vultures preen and puppets sigh.
The people know it unwise to beg off beggars
I was but playing under the sun and sky
when the lullabies changed in to the dirge
The crowds shall be reborn, it is nigh
Some shall say a prayer on my bier
They are already preparing to die
And the rest shall revel in sheer fear
Covering their eyes with black shawls.
The Force is made to ravage the walls.