No Mean Feat Poem by Dayan Darko

For more than once in our lives, we've tasted defeat
And with tears sworn to that no repeat
With the flame of determination, we worked, employing all the heat
To give them their meanest beat
Despite the possibilities of adversity we were told we could meet,
And the disappointments that might loosen the hold of our feet.

But with all effort, even of the least
Guided by those in the lead
We purposed in our hearts and of our enemies, made meat
And for that which is no mean feat
I think we desserve a treat
Our hands we shall wave and leap
As to that great feat,
A feast
And oh,
Didn't that victory taste so sweet? !