What Is It- For Joy? Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

The bell has sounded in an arena
People are shouting, they are cheering
What a scene is this, a panorama
Of loud voices; excited yet quivering
Fighters are ready, taking the pressure
Burdened because there are pains to endure

The fists are closed because and the look is gallant
Like a raging bull in great fury
Anger is all they have; dark and poignant
Who stands in front of him is an enemy
A punch for a punch, an eye for an eye
Soaring wildly like vultures in the sky.

Again, the people shout, cheering their bet
Saying, “kick him badly to the head”
Money’s on the line, you check your wallet
How many you will gain if you knock him dead
You’re happy when his opponent gets hurt
You jump, “finish him, do the tragic part”!

And oh, suddenly your wish is granted
He knocked him down, he can stand no more
He falls like that of laying in the bed
You have won your bet, the fighter you adore
Laughter’s are on you, your money grows twice
Cash is doubled, it’s like you’ve won the prize!

Are you contented and are you happy?
Do you love watching a beaten man,
Injured and now sinking in agony?
Don’t act blind, hurting each other is not fun!
I wonder why most people want to see
A harsh fight of fame, of pride and money.

I can’t understand why they love violence
What is it- for joy? Is it all the essence?