The ancient times of primitive days
"I am the earliest morning clocks"
But centuries had alarming change
Nowadays we're the clash of cocks
A blade to battle, battle to bleed
To suppress the gamblers greed
Bloody sports brought by Spaniards
About an acres or in small spaces
to be breed like beast on a backyard
Vibrant feathers and various races
On the gardens of the gaffers slave
Schedule to fight upon certain age
People train us for specific month
to be fastest win or be a slowly slain
A fate that can't be escape or avoid
Achilles assassin that fearless to pain
Prick with syringes of slayer steroid
To be brave and superb fetish fowl
And fight like fearless fox that howl
These breeders feeding us very well
conditioning our strength and health
But almost fainting into fears we feel
for a time to toy with our own death
Just to give our handlers a hefty cash
For a wings to soar and a foe to slash
The winning streak will be treasured
But if you're weak you will be meat
Body pouring blood deeply wounded
And if you're strong without defeat
Will be honored as a feather slasher
As a gladiators and a greatest slayer
Why in this world madness always matter?
What if we are the ruthless humans
Just to make them try, Rage of the Rooster
Do they have guts to be a barbarian?
We speak for ourselves for our species
An eye opener of your illest societies
"We are born free to our knees"
Not for mankind stupidity!
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