Mandingo Fighting   "Once weaned from dear mammy's succulent tit, We must learn young to hit or to be hit, To fight and fight, alas, and ne'er dare quit, We who were bred for sinew, wits, and grit. How well we know the taste of blood and spit, The liquored laughs, the fat cigars alit, Who wager hellish sums, lose or profit, Who come to relish in this dark habit. They cheer and jeer as we cross the adit, Debate the niggra traits we exhibit, Describe our ruthless ways as illicit, But not for 'true Mandingo' all admit. 'Were this a proper ring and not a pit, Then two would enter and two could exit!'"    Copyright 2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.