Two innocent birds,Face each otherTo fight a
battle Blessed and armed.A clash they
face,For human pleasure A game, a
pastime,Backed by cries In a village market
place.Betting, on the innocent heads For
pleasures sake,Watch the heroes, in enthusiasmWhen
the feathers rise and the Neck swells, they
comeFace to face. In the battle-field armed like
warriorsThe war begins in a flash.A
sudden pierce of The sharp edge,Blood splattered,
A feathered life, lost.With the sudden
end A silence falls The fading
lightRetreating stepsCarry home The dead
fowlWith the Victorious one.
