Victory be theirs
The tar in the streets more valuable than the soil on which they sleep
The tag on my shirt more valuable than their bed positioned in dirt
The crown on my head more valuable than seeing them dead
The victory of our team
The goals for which we dream
The bank account
The dance about
The car we drive
The randela for which we thrive
Our comfort
Our pleasure
Every accomplished treasure
More than
the breath they breathe
the water they drink
the food they eat
and the thought they speak
Victory be theirs
poem by Lindsay Maasdorp
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