A LOSER'S FATE

The victors strut on battle field,
The losers know their fate is sealed;
In slavery to spend their years,
With chains their daily souvenirs.

A slave is but a victor's toy,
To do whatever He'd enjoy;
A slave does never have a choice,
Of options he can't raise his voice.

The master may be mean and cruel,
May not obey the Golden Rule;
Escape is difficult to try,
The surest way is just to die.

The history of man is clear,
A captive's fate is ever drear;
For to the victors go the spoils,
The captives sometimes boiled in oils.

Sol Finkelman