Dragged down to the ground with a shoulder out of place br A man struggles all about, anguish carved into his face br His attacker stands up, but only for a moment br He takes this time out to notice his blood roaming br br A second later he feels a sharp pain in his back br His attacker brought his knee down with all the force he had br One, and two, and three times he fell br Screaming each time like the damned souls of hell br The man lay still, mind adrift in the wind br Sees the smiling faces and him amidst his kin br br They reach out to him and he reaches in return br Only to return to a fire that’s started to burn br His attacker must’ve tired because it seemed like some time br Since he felt any blows manhandling his spine br He could be paralyzed, in any case br He couldn’t just lie there and die br br His attacker stood at his head like one of prominence br Spit on the man and asserted his pure dominance br But suddenly dropped to the floor in agonizing pain br The man had cut a tendon and a very lively vein br Blade in hand and moving as fast as stone br The man crept to his attacker and brought the point home br br Over and over as his eyes filled with tears br Collapsed on his attacker and let go of his shears br Barely breathing but alive he can hear the fans cheerbr br P.R.