The Hive
¶ 1
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On the outside of football boots
We recognise branding and logos
And crave those stripes or swoops
¶ 2
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We believe that by wearing these artefacts
Of rubber and plastic
Our feet will be transformed
And we too will step into the promised land
¶ 3
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Shankly ignored the neon
Instead, he packed his players boots with
Courage
Desire
Strength
Dignity
Loyalty
Love
¶ 4
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Some of us create music
Some of us create noise
¶ 5
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Our boots fit best
When for the greater good
Of the hive.
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