Olympic Crusade Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Beneath the bright and watchful eye of Paris,
Where gods and mortals mingle side by side,
Comes forth a grand endeavor for all to choose,
The Olympic crusade, in glory to abide.

With courage and with strength, the athletes stride,
Through trials and triumphs, they push ahead,
Their spirits fueled by passion and by pride,
As they compete for gold, their hearts are fed.

From distant lands across the vast expanse,
They gather, united in a noble cause,
To showcase their skills, their fate to enhance,
And bask in glory, as the world applauds.

The torch ablaze, it lights the ancient flame,
The Olympic crusade, forever remains.
Amid the grandeur of the sacred games,
The spirit of Olympia shines so bright,

For here, the world unites, with no restraints,
And rivalries give way to fair delight.
In every track, on every field of play,
The athletes strive for greatness, to attain,

They chase their dreams, with every ounce of sway,
And in each victory, their hearts do reign,
With grace and poise, they soar to greater heights,
With every stride, they break their own records.

Their dedication, an unwavering sight,
Their passion, a flame that never deflects,
Oh, Olympic crusade, a grand crusade,
Where legends are born, and glory is made.

Through trials and triumphs, the journey goes on,
With every step, the spirit shines anew,
For in this crusade, the fire burns strong,
And in each heart, the flame forever grew.

So raise your flags and cheer the champions,
For they have conquered, in the grandest stage,
And in their victory, we all are one,
Bound by the Olympic crusade, for all age.

As the torch is passed from hand to hand,
And the world watches in awe and in grace,
The Olympic crusade, it shall stand,
Forever a symbol of human race,
And in the echoes of the ancient games,
The spirit of Olympia remains.