The emporer and his games

Know the part, the stage the same,

The world and its games.

Roll a dice, kick a ball,

Be enthused , shame them all.

Pitch it fast, hit it gone.

The run to Rome has hit the throng.

A castle in the arena lay,

With heads decapitated all the day.

The fish they swim, the birds they soar.

The earth in nature is not a bore.

The winner wins, the loser loss.

Hang em all by the cross.