The world sent forth it's warriors,
Scarred from their own battle,
Here to please the Gods, the crowds,
Paraded out like cattle.
They give their all and battle hard,
To prove themselves once more,
Not to be judged by sight alone,
But by what's inside the core.
They took to fields in chariots,
To tracks with carbon limb,
The crowds were stunned when they revealed,
Their mettle from within.
They taught us not to give up hope,
Surge on without a care,
I marvelled at their bravery,
And proud that 'I was there'.