Pete's poems from the night.

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Circus of lies.

Slaves of the circus maximus
Throw them to the lions
A thumb to the throat
From screaming minions.

Ceasar you are the empire
A gesture can bring clemency
How far from death are you?
When the mob are set free.

Rampaging through your palace
Ransacking your worldly goods
A world outside is at your door
Rejecting your financed gods.

A brutality named righteous
Influence infects virtue
For a movement has hierarchy
As power taints the true.

And when all faith is destroyed
From ruin a new leader rises
Noble victor turns conceited
Till a circus maximus emerges........