Gladiator

When I died,
I could not help
But remember the gladiator.
A fallen hero for entertainment.
Set as bait for lions,
To kills others just to put a smile
Upon the crowd, society's face.
As the stadium cleared,
I envisioned the gladiators blood
Being feathered away.
I stared blankly and sideways.
Was he truly a hero?
Or just a mere fool?
How was I to know...
I was just a child inside
The very king's empire.