Blood sport (dog-fights)
By Kenneth Cassar

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Blood sport (dog-fights)
By Kenneth Cassar

Men secretly gather, commotion erupts
Only one winner, the loser gets none
Money in hand when the betting starts
The dogs’ testing time, their life’s on the line

Docile dogs turned in war machines
Just for entertainment and profit for some
Dogs deserve love but to satisfy one’s needs
Killing monsters they are made to become

Why can’t you see the suffering as me?
Why can’t you let those poor creatures be?
How can you enjoy this spectacle of pain?
How can you feel no remorse and no shame?

The battle commences, the blood starts to spill
The more blood is smelled the more they attack
To the great delight of the crowd who all cheer
When suddenly fangs in the neck start to hack

Howling, the suffering dog slowly dies
Trapped in the fangs of the pit-bull’s might
Aggressiveness shows in his fiery eyes
Covered in blood, the end of the fight

Why can’t you see the suffering as me?
Why can’t you let those poor creatures be?
How can you enjoy this spectacle of pain?
How can you feel no remorse and no shame?