As I enter the arena and the blood sport begins;
I gaze around the room, at the fighting cocks, all dressed in battle trim.
Angry eyes telling tails, chests puffed out,
shit and bloody feathers scattered to and fro, spurred on by spite...
Amidst the bitter cries; and angry beaks;
talons rip and wound again and again until the match is over
and everyones a loser;
Even the hen!