Heads bowed down,shoulders round the cameras roll,the judgements sound this mighty army now dispersed from foreign streets that took our worst As one we fought,united in flag now on the plane the buzz will sag this mighty firm of world renown now splintered by suburban town No room for shame the pride too great battles past we emulate perhaps in vain,the views not shared those not there of guilt are scared Soon back to work as Mr Hyde targets to reach,as Jekyll subsides until next time when again we'll all rampage again and oh-football.
Reason for writing:
You may only really understand this poem if you are an English football (soccer) fan;it is a third party perspective,based on my experiences from travelling around the world with 'Engerlaaaand Engerlaaand Engerlaaand!'
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