The Two Fighting Youths

A youth punched  another youth
In the darkness of the valley
The punching and beating and kicking
Went on repeatedly
The onlookers gazed far into the distance
Not even eyeing the river of blood
The sun came up
And two bodies were found
One would wonder
How many more bodies could be found
If anyone stopped to help
For the victim was not innocent victim
But a guilty victim
Who had glassed her victim
Because she was casually talking to her lover