Cock fighting and the so called fiesta in Sabong

Medieval madness
Brought forward to this day
The total insensitivity
Of making animals pay
None of us are immortal
And chickens lives are short
So picking them up and using them as weapons
As a sport
Is degrading of the spirit
It comprehends to those
People without brains to use
Clearly the blood that flows
Through their miserable bodies
Does no good at all
They are anything but human
And such practices do gall

Anybody seeing this
It’s cruelty and pain
It’s insanity and depravity
And there is nothing to gain
From any of this behaviour
To participate just means
The combatants are evil
More akin to machines

The agony this causes
As they are thrashed and what we see
Is feathers torn a’sunder
And bruising now must be
Causing lacerations and blood loss
And I know
This abuse is awful
That it is part of some show!

Tells me of the mentality
Of the people
Clearly a lack of connection to the whole
What is there that is logical
It’s energy misplaced
It’s torture of the most vilest
And general distaste

Destroying living animals
In this dark and awful way
By use them as bludgeons
Is the violence of dismay
Such roughness such severity
It overwhelms us all
To see this as a kind of game
Played by the worst of fool

And at a place where audience
Partake of the light
Watching as each cock is smashed
In this chicken fight
The inhabitants are equal
To the gladiatorial mess
I see before me on this page
As bringers of great stress

Upon a flying bird grabbed by its feet
And thrust into another’s face
Nothing is discreet
It’s agony personified
It’s a blank mind that we see
Empty headed thoughtless goons
With what is such infamy

Proudly working cocks into a fight
Too it is wrong
It’s all debased and ugly
As is the growing throng
Of gambling rogues and others
Who imagine what they see
Is sort between two fighting cocks
But it’s truthfully agony

Blood lust and aggression
Forcing souls to be
Victims to the madness that is human
We can see
Their judgement it was shot away
They haven’t got a clue
They are ignorant as the day is long
That has to be my view

The ineptitude of the organisation
The senselessness we feel
It really is ridiculous that it should appeal
It’s for morons and for crackpots
The lunatic fringe maybe
Those who see no meaning
In created life so free

They purport to be human
This illogicality
They are clearly raving lunatics
Such intelligibility
Marks them out as idiots
Blithering away
Unutterable conclusions
That never go away

Now to the handsome animals
What did they do wrong
They were created to be alive
Really for so long
Having determination
To do what they should do
Not be picked up and used like a hammer
Severely abused all through

You can feel the lamentation
all those crying sounds
Screaming tears a falling
The audience though drowns
Out the cries and wailing mourning
The ugliness of sin
The winner is the warrior
Whose chickens dead a spin
Around and then the neck is broken
So all the chickens die
Ridiculously discourteous
Slaughtered where they lie

They truthfully are noble souls
Thoroughbreds in fact
And we allow the humans race
In our name to react
To them so disproportionate
So shameful that we do
Look away and pretend is doesn’t happen
Which is true