Olympic Fate
Are our times at corruption?
are we meeting the end?
lighting the apocalyptic eruption?
not diverging foe from friend?
What is the meaning of life?
it is not only sports
it is a short time strife
in the earth-soiled courts
We want to reach for the sky
to climb the roughest mountains
everything that money can buy
in the brush of shivering fountains
Are times not good?
shall we not celebrate?
get in a happiest mood
the world so deliberate
A return to the initial sake
the message of joy and peace
the love of the spirit and the flesh
painting the icons of anatomic chess
giving the world a break in ease
a common feeling of our human lake
To carry the duty
of the olympic fire
the foremost beauty
of manlish desire.
Odd Vidar Bakkejord