Song Of Champions Poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

Ahrr! Heeh! Yeah!

We have joined the cue
Of the chosen few
Who attain the finishing part
While others are still on the start
We have fared so well,
In this life's duel

It has been such a fight well fought
And we demand the crown not by luck
But by the reason of our fruitful season passed
Amidst thorns and storms of ill thought
That came calling in the heat of our task.

Now is time to thank and wine and dine
For it is neither of power nor might
That we survive the death fight
But custom still cries
"It shall be thus always"
For to be a full man and grown
Is not the making of one's own.

Yes! Life can do no one any favors
when there is no one to do her a flavor
we are the champions
but only by strive and strife.

Courage to you the young lions
our miniature and fruits of our wives
Surely this same old song shall you sing,
as we now do the same ancient thing
But not without work and effort
For "nothing simple comes simple", says T.S Eliot.