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One gunshot into the air, and..
I was running,
With my brothers and friends and love.
Took a deep breath,
Shut my eyes hard,
Ran as fast as I could,
For the golden cup.
I felt raised above the ground,
Only my toes coming in contact now and then.
Air hissed loudly in my ears.
I felt super-human.
I ran, I ran as fast as possible,
Leaving all behind,
My brothers, friends, love.
How much more,
When shall it be?
I opened my eyes..

The golden cup was there,
Far away,
But O!
My aged father, exhausted, defeated,
Whose footsteps I could see on the tracks,
Was sitting, in despair, deserted,beyond the cup.
He, had left his loved ones behind.
I tried to stop,
But my speed's inertia didn't allow me.
I turned back, still moving forward, skidding
To stop my brothers, friends and love,
Not to run after the golden illusion.
But they overtook me one after another,
Eyes shut furiously.
I shouted, but-
My words were lost ,
In the hissing of the air, near their ears.