The obstacle course was long and hard.
Snowden adjusted his backpack and tightened his skis.
Our rights to privacy was under government guard.
He gripped his poles and bent his knees.
Maybe he could win some of our lost freedom back.
The course was steep and the obstacles sharp,
Charges, even death threats, at every curve. His pack
Hugged his shoulders, the way was cold and stark.
They isolated him in Russia, then blamed him
For being there, so he did an Olympian run.
Shouldering our rights, he teetered on the brim,
And executed some leaps that left people stunned.
Denied the right of trial by his peers,
I fear there will be no medal for this champion bold.
But, rather than sadness and rather than tears,
Instead we should break into cheers,
For his soul has taken the gold!