Victory Poem by Hannington Mumo

And this is the origin of victory:
A man once went to sow his mustard seed;
The path to his garden was impassable muddy
And the weather was discouraging awry,
Thin drizzle and heavy downpour alike
Made clothes stick to his sodden body;
He however firmly held his seed
For in his mind was registered the re-affirming need
To reap abundantly when the harvest came.

And though tares throttled his seed,
He one by one weeded them out
Until the crops were dancing in the freedom of breeze.
But after a time rather short
Pests and disease fell upon the green garden
And all crops were about to wither as a result,
But the industrious farmer fought them strong;
He sprayed chemicals and with his hands crushed the aphids dead,
And after a time surprisingly short villagers gathered around in a throng
Wondering how he managed to have his garden green
When they all stared with uncertainty the prospect of famine.

And thieves tried to steal at night
But the diligent farmer smoked them out;
He laboured steadily to the end
Until he harvested barns and barns before the drought
While some neighbours chose suicide
Than face the gallows of hunger.
Others had no where to hide
And were seen borrowing with shame
While blaming the weather for their misery
And cursing God's benevolent Name!

This parable is for you to unravel
And upon its substance ponder and marvel:
The lazy man blames his tool,
And some have taken Providence for a fool;
They blame the times and others seasons
While the same should supply ample reasons
Why they should succeed to the brim
For nothing without a cause is ever allowed by Him!