Brothers in Conflict

 

The primping matador
struts into the arena
of public opinion

This golden assassin
reeks of arrogance
and a sense of entitlement

His bull adversary
charges into the fray
determined not to be
the victim today

Matters not who wins
this pointless
soon to be forgotten battle
over nothing

To these needy warriors
the public struggle is everything

The cheers of the cowardly mob
living vicariously through
the bloodied combatants
down in the death pit

In their hearts
both of the gladiators know
how much they love
and thrive
on the excitement
of daily conflict

Even if they'll never admit it
their lives would be empty
without their hated opponent