Pyrrhic Victory
PYRRHIC VICTORY*
Written for a friend who has cancer!
Who are you, oh Death?
Are you:
A friend
Or
A foe?
My liberation
Or
My condemnation?
The end of my troubles
Or
The beginning of my tribulations?
The sunset of the temporal
Or
The dawn of the eternal?
Whoever you are,
Unafraid before you I stand,
Waiting
For the moment we meet face
To face.
If
As a friend you come, in the middle of my
Peaceful sleep,
With great joy, I will throw myself into your
Cold arms,
BUT
If
You come in the form of an incurable
Disease
I will fight you with all my might,
Yielding not,
A single molecule of mine, to your voracious appetite,
Without
A ferocious battle to give
Thus
When your anticipated win ever comes-after
A billion battles-
Your victory, Oh Death, a Pyrrhic one would be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 JANUARY 2014
*When Pyrrhus, the king of Epirus, Greece, invaded Italy in 279 BC and engaged the Romans In the battle of Asculum he was victorious but at a great cost, for he lost a great part of his army!
After the battle, he declared: "If we are victorious in one more battle with the
Romans, we shall be utterly ruined". It is from this declaration that the term
"Pyrrhic victory" originates.
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014
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