Kill the games, kill the shame and kill the fear.
In the oldest of times, the warriors fought and died
And the slaves served secretly carrying the woes of the powerful,
In the womens' quarters for ensuring safety, were there competitions and fights;
The cultures of power and servitude were masqueraded throughout it all.
Hasten away from the harrowing tails of yesteryear, tomorrow is a new dawn
And there is nothing to fear; from foaming mouths that discharge only a despair,
Lessons learnt carry the silent prayers of sinners, for the purifying grace of honour.