On a blue vespa in Rome,
the Colosseum stands tall,
in the dim moonlight,
and soft street lanterns.

The cobblestones move,
quickly underneath me,
and I wonder about lives,
that were lost long ago.

Full arenas in awe,
of innocent people,
fighting for their lives,
against hungry lions,
savage warriors,
to maintain the faith,
they hold so close,
to themselves.

I feel the heart,
of a lonely gladiator,
longing for freedom,
in an unjust world,
knowing,
he might never see,
the morning light.

The longing for freedom,
has throughout the centuries,
never changed,
but instead,
simply passed on,
from one human being,
to the next.

And on my vespa,
in the dark streets of Rome,
I wonder,
when we will ever learn,
that for everyone,
the earth is a home,
where we deserve to live,
in absolute freedom!