A Loser's Song

What do you, who raise your victory staff,

know of those bodies lying in a sacrificed stack

What do you, who stand with their heads held high,

know of the shame of a broken bac

What do you, who shed winning tears for the tabloid shots,

know of the strength behind a loser's plight

What do you, who have songs sung in their wake,

know of the weight of walking an anonymous mile

What do you, whose love is cherished and trust true,

know of a broken heart and a bleeding trust

What do you, who stand to receive your medals,

know of a dream amidst sweat and dust

lost

What do you, who call yourselves the mighty winners,

know of the piteous moans of a dying ego

What do you, who have never known loss,

know of the chained freedom of letting go...

PS: i had written a poem on similar lines years ago on some scrap of paper from the back of my school register.. from what i remember of it.. i think it was much better than this one.. so i plan to look for it.. if i am lucky i might find it yellowing in some old diary.. would post it here if i find it.. till then i hope you like this one..

take care

*hugs*

#queenbee#