PEACE
¶ 1
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Who the heroes of today?
Who do you long to be
In your waking state…
Pires?
Beckham?
Owen?
Rooney?
Gerrard?
Raul?
Ronaldo?
Henry?
Nistelrooy?
All kings, for a little while
They who race off
Hidden and safe within
Porsches and Ferrari’s
Catwalk models
Soapstar cameos
For all of this would you surely sell
What isn’t yours to sell
Anyway?
No not me
That child racing across
An unmarked park
That child still smiling
Still in love with football
For the freedom it brings
Makes us all stars
If we want to be
That child again,
That’s me.
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