To the best sportsman who was robbed of his excellence: history remembers performance, not politics. Trophies collect dust, but your dominance is undeniable. Your time will come, and you will be celebrated the way you truly deserve. Keep your head high. ππ
Somewhere out there, a crown rests on a brow that never bled.
A throne claimed by hands that never lifted the weight.
Glory worn like a stolen coat, warm but ill-fitting.
In the trenches, a soul fights on with a flickering flame.
Light dimmed low, yet refusing to die.
Someone out there counts money never worked for.
Someone counts blessings in scars they bore.
Light dimmed to keep the powerful comfortable.
In the silence, resolve takes hold.
Dreams shut like books no one dared to read.