“Dad lets visit the Colosseum today! It has been so long since we went there.” A small girl said,

“Of Course, let’s get ready, we will take your brother and mother as well.” The dad replied.

The gladiators looked on from above; years after their blood had been spilt for entertainment of the public and revenue for the government, the government continued to mint them for money and people used their arena as a vacation spot.

I guess the blood spilt by human cruelty in the past is a convenient loss of memory.

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