Victory

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Victory is an effort, a difficulty
The winners gain glory,
Triumph over their opponents
Their stories are passed down
And yet farther down
And live in our books
Epics filled with vitality
The gods welcome them onto
Their imperious platforms
We know of the winners
But what of the losers?
What of the woman who fought on the wrong side
The child who didn't have a choice
What about the losers?
The downtrodden, the forgotten
The hurriers, The worriers
Those who died for nothing and with nothing
In the very end.
What about them?
Are they happy, lying in their makeshift graves
Listening for anyone, anyone who still remembers?
But it doesn't matter
Because the war has been won.

The libraries burned and the knowledge trampled
And so the losers fade into the past not happily, not willingly, but eventually