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Fighting Chance
I read about this true story - it happened in Elizabethan England - and was so upset that I needed to write this poem to get it off my chest. It's been published 3 times. FIGHTING CHANCE The mobs that packed the place Were slavering for blood; They sniffed it in the air And, drooling, watched it flood. The bears and bulls were dead; A horse was dragged to fight, It whinnied, reared and bucked, Its nostrils flared in fright. The pack was at the horse, Their hungry jaws like traps; That brutal, bloody scene Was met with cheers and claps. The gore of horse and dogs Had turned the dust red-brown; Those snarling dogs no match For hooves that thundered down. The dogs lay scattered round; The roaring crowd was awed; But then demanded more: A second pack was called. The horse, insane with fear, Exhausted, fought to live; The dogs were fresh, but he Should have no more to give. His will to live was strong; The dogs were on his back; Defeating mastiff jaws, He tossed and killed that pack. The rabble drunk on blood, Addicted to it then, Still called for more; the horse Was hacked to death by men. Jack Horne
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