A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
– Napoleon Bonaparte
Painful Memories No Winners That Night!
– Clarence Holm
They fought wildly that night
Fists clenched, eyes shut so tight.
A schoolyard challenge had been posted,
In reply to secretive thoughts – boasted.
Young men driven by urge
Punching each as tempers surge.
Broken noses, bloodied eyes
Till one finally – refuses to rise.
Pride was the token offered for pain
Classmates cheering, the words profane.
Ring men assisting, pushing them forward
Ear split open, pain ignored.
Blood splattered offering late last night
Primal compulsions were at the fight.
Squared ring altar, arm held upright
Victor is crowned, madman’s delight.