The Win Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It does not matter to them,
Who it is that achieves the win.
One's color of skin,
Is forgiven only then.
As long as those looking on,
And cheering.
Get the recognition and attention,
As being the victors.
From positions they sit.
To have had nothing to do with it.
Yet expect to receive,
What they perceive...
Are the rewards, trophies and photo ops!

"Uh...excuse me. But...
Where are the ones,
Who actually did the winning? "

-What difference does that make?
We represent the faces of true champions.
And besides,
Who cares who they were.
'We' won.
And watched every moment of it.
Now...
How do you want us to pose? -