Cock fighting

Sydney suffers sadness
Near Camden Valley Way
At the Catherine Fields
Where low life
Their evil on display
Fighting cocks
Armed with steel spurs
And spikes an abysmal way
Of tapping into hereditary
Behaviour to display

Their principle of evil
Their amorality
Indifferent to the suffering
Such illegality
71 fighting Cockerels
35 gamblers there
Clearly moral weakness
Creating such despair

And gambling on the outcome
In a fiendish violent way
Breaking ties with decency
In the most callous of display
Adding spurs and spikes
To legs and knowingly how much
The birds will fight
Like crazy
Perverted as such

These perpetrators
Surely are the lowest of the low
Despicable degenerates
Who obviously bestow
Their ugliness and transgression
Perpetuated here
Gambling in such a light
Generating fear

Aiding and abetting
Wicked through and through
Clearly undesirables
In what they chose to do
The birds were surely
Captive
Made in fact to fight
They tapped into their manhood
And all of this in spite

Of living in Australia
In families one might say
Yet forfeiting their self respect
By gambling away
Their natural sociability
To transgress into sin
To resist familial contact
And let dissension win

By creating confrontation
Each altercation they
Saw a blood fued in the making
Where every soul did pay
The challenge so lopsided
Deception all the way
Exposing their defencelessness
Each treacherous display

Their nakedness apparent
Sitting ducks were they
Purposefully left vulnerable
In every single way
Their dice with death
Inevitable
Imperilment each time
The precariousness of low life
Who really are just slime

Who gamble on the danger
As the steel spikes rip and tear
And wounds are seen a gushing
With blood spattered everywhere
The tragedy the victims
And they have all been through
The entrails of these bastards
Who didn’t have a clue

Perhaps in jail their just rewards
Will find them when alone
When saintly men
Will take it upon themselves
To break every bone