Victory Poem by Chanda Chongo

Victory isn't for boys whose teeth become blunt



when bone-meat is roasted before their taste buds.



Victory isn't for boys whose eyes shy away from light,



when the moon illuminates the plight



hidden in their hearts.




Victory isn't for boys whose tears drop



when a girl refuses to strip off her linen in the dark,



for this is the fire that ignites their lust



during cold days.



Victory isn't for boys who tremble



when their bodies get wet.




Victory isn't for boys who burry their heads in fear



when rampant arrows bombard the skies



with no opposing force acting on their speed



Victory was never meant



and will never be for these boys,



for their gaze will only slumber in the skyline.




Victory is for men who take their hearts to battle fields



and bring along with them broken swords,



and damaged shields,



for their musqualine bodies will never cease



to amour the souls of feebled villagers.




Victory is for men who dare to caress the sun



with naked hands



and never pay heed to its scorching scent.



Victory is for men who set ablaze



the road to hell



for their courage knows no embodiment of fear.



Victory is for these men.