Joshua fit but the walls didn’t tumble

Boxers do not fear deathOr evisceration, they are not gladiators whoseBlood once stained the sand of the arena.But they do feel the pain of shameIf they lose before a jeering crowd.The Roman crowd, delirious with delight,Could have bathed in the blood of their slaves -The Roman world was a world fit for Romans.

Joshua, this time, danced his way to the crown –While Ruiz, bloodied, bowed down before him.The ghost of what might have been, no doubt,Will haunt and taunt this man so rich in flesh.But Joshua might yet live to regretHis homage to Saudi Arabia – whose wallsAre built to repel that infidel truth.He smiles and high-fives the Crown Prince,But avoids the crowds which smell the bloodOf the heads which continue to rollIn the oil-rich sand of Saudi Arabia.