Not those who leap, but those who trod
The narrow road with feet unshod
Are conquerors – those who scheme and snare
To fill with stolen wealth their lair
Ride on all those who walk the sod
Tis those who daily bear the fraud
Who find their way on roads so flawed
May sing the final victory prayer
Not those who leap
The mansions have no hills to plod
Nor deep pits hidden in the sod
To burn in meanness, heap with care
And rob of safety, food, and air
For conquerors are the ones who trod
Not those who leap
