The Grand National Poem by DM W
The Grand National
One horse wins and is soon immortalized.
Another horse falls and is 'retired'.
That's the way of this ruthless world I guess
We honour winners & forget losers.
There are no grey areas; just black & white
When it comes to 'sporting' competition.
We crown the great with flowers & glory.
The weakest ones are confined to the dust.
While somebody always profits richly.
For money is the root of all evil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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