The Big Fight

The atmosphere was charged

the excitement palpable;

a fight to the finish,

was a fact, not fable.


The contestants arrive,

a cheer rises in the air;

held close by their trainers,

with a lot of loving care.


The moment finally arrives

hackles raised.eyes glaring red;

they size each other up,

and charge head to head.


Squawking they collide,

lashing out with claws;

feathers raised and flying,

clucks mingle with bawls.


The knife tied to their ankles,

causes blood to ooze out;

spirits yet undaunted,

they continue the bout.


Bets placed in a frenzy,

supporters  cheering them on;

they attack as trained to,

was it for this they were born?


On and on the fight goes,

a bloody mess is the pit;

suddenly one drops to the ground,

he’s been fatally hit.


Poor poor roosters,

raised but to fight;

When will this end

will man never realise it’s plight?




Note: Cock fighting as it is popularly known as, is still fairly widespread in many parts of India, especially in rural areas. Although banned by law, it is still very popular.

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About Elizabeth Kuriakose

A hectic career as a banker and looking after family kept me busy for ages. Quit my job to look after family. Once the children were old enough to take care of themselves, I discovered my love for writing in late 2014. Words in poetry or prose have been my constant companion thence on.

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