From the poem The Last Words of Spartacus by Egyptian poet Amal Dunqul (my translation):
"Kiss your wives...I have left
my wife without farewell
And if you see my son
who I left on her arm
without an arm
Teach him prostration!
Teach him prostration!
God. He has not forgiven
the sin of Satan when he
said no!
And the good peaceful
people..
They are the ones who
will inherit the earth in the end
Because...they do not hang!
So teach him prostration!
And there is no escape
Do not dream of a happy world
Behind every Cesar who dies:
a new Cesar!
And behind every rebel
who dies: futile sadness..
and a wasted tear!"