day 7: gladiators...
you are not my enemy
my enemy is he who sets us at each other
the one who declares 'Other' and points with fear, and anger
and blind hatred
you are me
our struggles are more alike than not
our fears, our dreams
they are more similar (than his)
this battle, this bloodthirsty struggle, is a distraction
so much smoke and mirrors
"come, see the spectacle, marvel at the shocking horror
and honor my gift to you
this target for your rage, your blame, your misguided unease"
I see it now for what it is
and I realize what I must do.
And here I sit in the dust of the arena
I close my eyes, and I open my heart.
<today's prompt was 'gladiators, dancing with death as the crowd screams for blood'>