Hello, I just joined the forum, here's a song of mine I finished a few days ago! Feedback would be appreciated
8pm on a wednesday night
They sit and sample the strange delight
Of the battleground, the tabloid hell
Where fame's fickle guillotine fell
They watch the lions and tigers fight
In the bloodied sand between courage and fright
And they make the least of what remains
All victims of the Roman Games
Thumbs raised or lowered in submarine salute
The illusion of choice in a bronze armour suit
Holy empire projection's might
Stare at the spectacle all day and night
The combatants flicker, sharptoothed and suntanned
And fight to the death in the bloody wonderland
The spectators are all too real
Their eyes glaze over to the roman games
Think about what you put in your mind
It's more important than you know
For one of these days you may find
It's turned your thoughts into a show
Napoleon is fast asleep in his tomb
Life is just a holiday
while we're all tourists here in Rome
There must be other ways of having fun
Nero sits on his sofa of stone
Wearing his eyes right down to the bone
Intangible women sprawl at his feet
Gestures alluring and all conceit
He'll never be but what he's got
And time will tell if he makes it or not
Find out next week on the show that never ends
The bloody circus, the roman games
