Victor! Victor! ! Victor! ! !
Screams a voice
Guess you heard, too
Or was I the only audience?
‘Victor! ’ continued the voice
‘Where are you, Victor? ’, I wondered
You’re called and you’ve not answered
Little did I know I’ve been guilty, and hindered
Time waits no longer, it never tarries
It’s a call, yeah, a clarion one
For me and you, all and sundry
But only ‘Victors’ answer
A call to fight or die
To conquer or vanquish
To control and subdue
The ego for whom we often diminish
We’re silent, we don’t respond
For one only answers to his name, and no other’s
But ‘Victors’ we can be, though like Him
Who kenosized Himself for us…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem