The Fight

Let me set the scene

A crowd huddled as the struggle ensued

Anticipating the moment to cheer or jeer as the fighters move

What seemed so promising and so fascinating, turned out to be nothing more than this:

Blood and broken bones, shattered glass and scuffed up shoes

In this corner, a body draped drearily on the concrete floor

In this corner, the victor glaring at his opponents demise

The victor looks to the crowd, awaiting his applause

But is met with disinterest and disapproving eyes

While the opponent gathers up his body off the ground and the crowd disperses

The fighters’ eyes meet and the same thought enters both their minds

Maybe you’re the crowd

Just drifting by, stopping at whatever catches your eye

No real investment in others but just there to watch

And though detached from the situation, you feel superior

Casting your judgment from the sidelines

And when the hype has died and the outcome decided

You throw in your two cents, and buy your tickets for the next show

Maybe you’re the opponent

Pretending to be bigger than you are

Muscling your way into situations that will leave you bruised and broken

And though you knew the outcome before you threw a punch

You stepped in the ring anyways and got leveled in the gut

Now, you’re making excuses, claiming the victor’s luck and foul play

And though everyone else can see your blindness

Tomorrow, again, you will step into the fight

Maybe you’re the victor

Enthroning yourself too highly than you should

And when an opportunity to flex your strength arrives

Too quickly you chase it to claim your “kingship” as a prize

No mercy is considered in delivering blow after blow

Compassion is a weakness that only cowards show

And when it’s all said and done, you turn to bow and accept praise

But you’re letdown to find your royalty is nothing but a dream

Ask yourself this

Was it worth it?

To stand by

To endanger yourself

To weaken another

See, nowadays, we step into rings that we have no business entering

Whether it’s greed, whether it’s lust, whether it’s anger, whether it’s drugs

We even idly watch others step into these rings and call it entertainment

Or rather let them step into these fights and call it love and respect

And as the punches are delivered, everyone knows the outcome, it’s always the same

It’s always anticlimactic and never lives up to the hype

Rather, it leaves bruises, wounds, blood, even corpses

And brings everyone back to the question: Was it really worth it?

So if you’re left standing in the ring, take a good look around you, you are standing alone

And if you are lying in the ring, get up and go home

If you are a spectator sitting in the crowd, get your buddies out of the fight

It’s time to enter into these rings : faith, hope, love

It’s time to start fighting the good fight

Not just any fight