Champions at Last.

Poetry.

CHAMPIONS AT LAST.

Long it has been since the sirens

Blew to world’s hearing,

How warriors will battle to

Own their prize.

Some have come from dusty places

Of life, to raise their heads, themselves,

Toward a glory that history will not rust…

Champions at last,

This is the dream, we all

Want to awake from it, and hatch

The dream..

The dream that has been forming

On our hearts…

I ask my compatriots:

Do you dream what I dream?

Champions at last,

Who will outlast us,

Who will we outlast?

How many will go home

From the knockout of pain?

How many are made of that

Stuff strong like the endurance

Of the gold we dream?

Are we thoroughly forged?

Champions at last,

This all I dream…

In the fields, from the pain

Emanating from familiar foes

And their tackles…

As the blades of grass brush

Our boots in the fields,

As we pound ourselves

Day and midnights with keeping

The muscles for glory, CHAMPION

Is what we dream…

Champions at last,

We eat it, we see it…

This is where the world will

See from the underground we

Have been pounding our flesh, ourselves…

Champions at last, that is the

Announcement we wait to hear,

As the ticking of the clock rhymes

Our hearts…

Now, with God, the last whistle has said

It all…

Our triumph is this world in gold

In our hands…

I look at this hour, and whisper:

I came…I played…I conquered…

                                       ©2013. Dike Dyke Williams

Dedicated to the CHAMPIONS in waiting at the #Brasil2014 world cup.