I've had just enough time to... watch young boxers fight for their family.
Taken from the ringside in Lumpini Stadium, Bangkok of the young fighters.
“Violence
is not the way to a better life.”
Try
telling it to these children from the slum.
“It is
not!” You insisted “The solution”.
Do you
have a better one?
“But it
is not right! Having children to fight!”
No it is
not. But you live in a different world.
You do
not know hunger. You have a roof over your head.
They do
know love. Their fists look after their family.
Ironical
isn’t it? Love, I mean.
Bashing
the daylight out of your opponent so your family gets to eat.
They
will bash you too if you get into their ring.
You know
what is wrong but you do not know how to put it right.
What
good may I ask, is that?
So leave
this world of broken noses and bloodied lips,
So you
can get some sleep,
In your
world where children don’t have to fight to eat.
______
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Simon And Garfunkel The Boxer
