All the blood he had bled,
All the tears he had shed,
All the days he lived in pain,
He didn’t let them go in vain.
He let anger in his heart burn,
He put all his might to run,
He had faced many shame,
All he had was his color to blame.

Then he went to Olympics in berlin,
And amazed the world with his win,
He won gold, he won the fame,
He had played well in the athletic game.
Hitler Didn’t bend forward own arm,
Roosevelt Hadn’t sent a telegram.
He didn’t feel snubbed,
He achieved his goal unnerved.

But to his amazement nothing had changed,
His life was still deranged,
He returned America, he was still black in color,
His gold was not enough; he cannot earn much dollar.
He didn’t get onto the hoards,
So he ran against the horse.
He did variety of job,
His life show was a total flop.

Loved by many, hated by some,
He was honored with Medal of Freedom.
We now sing his victory song,
We still talk of his friendship with Luz Long,
He made his name in the end,
Carter presented him award of living legend.
He is the symbol of spirit for all those who run,
We will remember him as “The great Jesse Owen”.

Published by KUSHANK

I am a blogger and an author. I have written two books "Breaking Shackles" and "Bus Train and Flight"

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