The Main Event

How can we celebrate one's victory
when another faces defeat?
Do we see cowardice
in the one who lies
barely conscious
bruised and bloodied
on the floor?
Are we so hungry
for victory
for power
that we find this entertaining?
Does our pulse quicken
adrenalin surge through our veins
as we watch one man
pulverize another?
Can we celebrate
with a clear conscience
with the champ
who wears a crimson reminder
of his opponent's sacrifice?

Do we even want to?