I walked on the road.
Not knowing
There was somebody behind me.
The somebody took my hand
And whipped me
On my back
“You will row the boat.
The one that would be taken to fight the Romans,”
He told me.
He pushed me into the ship.
I had become a slave.
I, with hundreds other slaves, started rowing the boat.
In a few minutes
I was as wet as a gentleman
Who was drenched in rain
Because he forgot his umbrella
The whipping on my back
Did not help me
Then we saw a ship in front of us
The Romans had the same plans as us.
They shot cannon balls from their ship
Our ship sank,
Like a wounded soldier
Falling after being stabbed.
Many slaves drowned.
I got to the surface.
I was so tired
I fell unconscious
When I woke up
I saw a man
Who was a merchant.
He taught me the tricks of the trade.
And here I am today, a rich man,
Telling you my story of success