Underdog Poem by Nathan Beery

They have said
'sometimes the weak must die, it is for the best'
Kill the black horse,
They say with certainty,
And yet I attest, without a moment's insecurity-
That yes, the underdog does die,
The weak fall,
Are trampled-
And beaten and bruised-
By a harsh world that tries to keep them down-
That fears their ascent,
To drown them in the sea of misfortune, that
They were given from the start-
But, sometimes, it's more a matter of heart-
Even the phoenix rises from useless ash,
From he that rises, and is beaten and battered down-
At every turn in life, and
Yet still climbs...
While the weak may sometimes die-
The words from the aristocrats, I can attest-
Is a certain lie,
Those who start atop, don't know what is best-
The underdog that falls is still far better, than the man
Who started best-