Built for combat excellence at Lentulus Batliatus’ Gladiator school,
Held captive against his will,
Trained in methods for excellent showmanship in the ring,
was the slave known as Spartacus.
To subjugate those who were not of pure blood was the Roman way.
Even Partar-familia of Roman lines could go as far as selling or enslaving his child if choosing.
Romans, egotistic, high-minded, and idolatrous, took pride in destroying other’s lives.
Spartacus was one such slave.
But Spartacus had other volitions for his life.
A natural leader, he convinced at least 70 fellow slaves at the school to revolt.
Grabbing whatever they could in the school, turning the contraband into weapons,
Pugnaciously fighting their way free from oppression.
Victory! Free, and yet not, they escaped to Mount Vesuvius.
Swelling his ranks, Spartacus liberated more slaves,
Welcoming men of the land, his army grew to 70,000.
Senates of Rome underplayed the power of this man.
Attacking, Romans dispatched legions of soldiers,
Only to be defeated again and again.
They couldn’t have this: a slave against the Senate.
Romans fought, Spartacians battled.
Egos swelled as Romans prevailed.
Senerchia, the land of the annihilation of free-will, free-spirits. Freemen.
To be free is the noblest of dreams.
Spartacus died defending his earthly rights,
And the inherent prerogative of other slaves.
No man should enslave another.
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Spartacus
by Stephanie Daich
