“EVERY BULLET”
Every bullet fired in anger, every gun waved in rejoice,
Speaks volumes of the danger, of how we’ve come to lose our voice,
Every spilling of our precious blood, regardless of which Deity we claim,
Serves only to diminish all, to fertilise disdain.
Every bullet ever made in profit, profits all of none,
Manipulated fears and lies, solved only through the gun,
Every corpse left as carrion, as the bullets continue to fly,
Serves only to steal away our lives, to pile bodies high.
Every bullet missing a target, every rifle stuck or jammed,
Weapons destroyed or dismantled, reduces numbers of the damned,
Every hand extended in congruence, in the respect of differences that burn,
Serves as an educator, a chance for all to learn.
Perhaps we all hold bullets, the power to harm and destroy,
Tis up to all and one to see, we all have bullets we deploy,
Every time we meet adversity, we have two choices as we ride into that town,
To load the weapon with a bullet, or extend a hand,
whilst laying the weapon down.
Voice
“Conor McGregor”
Posted: March 7, 2016 in Comment, ProseTags: Conor McGregor #UFC Pussy MMA, Ireland
Conor McGregor
Conor McGregor, I beggar, is the news of the day,
A world champion in a weight division, and in another cut down like hay,
A fighter in a sport they call UFC,or if you prefer Mixed Martial Arts,
Where all contenders come from the world, come from all her parts.
Now many see McGregor as a cur, buffoon, an obnoxious little chap,
To him that matters little, as he puts his life and country on the map,
He’s successful in his field, and his field requires pain,
So I’ll just simply laugh at those, that have never had to train.
Now he lost a fight, against Nathan Diaz, before he ever entered the Octagon Ring,
And I’ll tell you why, and I cant believe, he missed this simple thing.
I’ll elaborate, slowly, for I think this is important indeed,
And McGregor if he reads this, may well grow from this seed.
I’ve fought a battle, near killed, by result of an accident,
So I know what pain/struggle/failure has meant
And yes, I’ve felt that fear and used it, to motivate me once again,
The difference is , and he knows this, you never call people other names
The fight game is unique, accepted, and I understand the ‘sell’ of the fights,
But the lesson surely for McGregor is, the bloke that spoke less, won the speaking rights.
We all can see through the ‘razzamatazz’ , and as much as it feeds our thirst
The Guy, who said ‘he’d bury him’ finished second, didn’t finish first.
Now don’t get me wrong, I like this guy, I like his depth of dedication,
He doesn’t get to be where his without pain and humiliation.
I suspect he’s probably worked harder than anyone we could know
A 120 hour week at least, between all the media side show
So what is it, what I’m trying to say…? Well let me put it as straight as this..
Conor McGregor lost to Diaz for he bought into the bullshit of showbiz.
How do I know? Oh I know… and I’ve fought every step in the dark,
Having a punch up in an octagon…..? Jaysus a bloody walk in the park
True champions do the work, on the field of play,
They seek not to belittle any, for they know it comes back biting some day,
True Champions, face all challenges from a place of respect,
Otherwise they just become, a showbiz puppet that showbiz will reject
So I beggar, Conor McGregor…knowing your financial worries may well be no more
If and when you decide to pick yourself up from the floor,
You’ll truly represent the Irish, by respecting your adversary..
Seems like a winning formula,
as to celebrating adversity
So keep working hard, keep being the best you can,
Keep the faith, the desire, to represent your master plan,
I’ll just leave you with this,
‘Pussy’ ‘Skinny’ ‘Fat’ are words that can bury
And if you’re an Icon, then know your words can be to those that never want to fight in a playground,
Very , very , scarey….
Voicey