In the ring, under lights so bright, 

Stands Kava, young and fierce tonight. 

At seventeen, his dreams are vast, 

A boxer’s future, built to last.

 

But shadows loom, a silent plight, 

The smoke that dims his inner light. 

With every drag, his strength betrayed, 

A fighter’s spirit, sorely frayed.

 

Kava, hear the bell's clear call, 

To rise above, to never fall. 

Let not the smoke steal breath away, 

For in the ring, you'll find your way.

 

Your fists are fire, your heart a drum, 

Each beat a promise of what's to come.

But lungs need air, and muscles might...

To win the war, to win the fight.

 

So cast aside that burning vice, 

And heed this simple, clear advice. 

For glory waits beyond the haze, 

In smoke-free nights and brighter days.

 

Kava, young and fierce you stand, 

The world is yours, within your hand. 

Quit the smoke, embrace the fight,

Claim your place in victory’s light.