They were avid dancers, masterpieces Twisting their hips elegantly to the beat Fingertips against air, gracefully traces Bodies callous in motion, against the heat
Yet they encircled the melody of clashes Revelling to the disputes of their peers On audience cheers and camera flashes They thrived on their opponentsβ tears
On pervasive fallacies they were merrymakers In distorting realities they were professionals
How they prospered valiantly in our defeat How they stomped over us and still proceed How they annihilated us, and can still meet Our eyes shamelessly, as we bleed