Olympia's Funeral
The day is upon us; on which global expectations ride
Yet the hearts suppress the tragic loss of Christian pride
The joy of partaking has encountered elements perverse
The unity of brotherhood, through warfare reversed
Simple Soldiers, girded in cloths plain and nice;
Drugs and money is Modernity’s spice
A requiem for Professionalism strong and true
Once embodied in Amateurs, ancient and few
Grieve for Today, new tears for things old
Such times have passed; the Material takes hold
Participation on the bench doth relegate
Winning, less Consequence, on whom minds do concentrate
Alas, the fallacy of rebirth
What was gold before; now has no worth
