The fighter
¶ 1
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You think you deserve this,
you played some football match,
you earnt plaudits,
you got paid £100,000 a week,
you got a good looking model girlfriend,
you think you earnt all this,
you think you are some great fighter,
conquistador,
matador,
bull.
¶ 2
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A child, barely the size of your arm,
barely weighing more than you hand,
is vomiting,
bleeding,
dying,
slowly,
in his father’s arms,
in her mother’s bossom,
should have left this world,
days ago,
but still fighting.
¶ 3
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You want to fight for something,
fight for him,
fight for her.
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