Losers Anthem Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

It might not have been our day to profit
Our preparation was wanting maybe we did our best
Look out how big their grim sparks on our defeat
It just wasn't meant to be our trophy for the picking and we know it

Didn't you have a hunch from the start that this was going to be
We win some and lose some every time to coin is tossed on the table
The cards have been dealt and tomorrow the tables turn once again
All the blame now goes to them for making us lose this bad

We shall fold our hands sit back and wait for the next round
After all how was this even worth our precious time
The gods hid their faces away from us denying us the stroke of luck
We are not the first to lose and don't this happen daily to any other?

Forever at the bottom we shall not remain
Look at how everybody looks at us, soon this day shall be forgotten
Tomorrow we shall pick up the pieces and start again and do them like they did us
They mockery and insult don't stick let them keep talk after all we are lucky we made this far