From ancient Rome, the conquering legions spread
to kill and quell, to rob and subjugate.
The vanquished tribes knelt down and mourned their dead.
From British, Dutch and Spanish, millions fled
as plundering galleons fostered fear and hate
until the map became a sea of red.
Stalin’s tanks inspired uncommon dread
in many an East European state
and served to keep the Russian bear well-fed.
But empires fall; and ne’er a tear is shed
when some Ceausescu goes to meet his fate.
Atrocity and vengeance are thus wed.
At Sky, wherein ‘new football fans’ are bred,
the target seems to be to create
a realm where all dissent is put to bed.
The chosen few are handed daily bread.
The lesser clubs stand, empty-mouthed, and wait
till time and tide reverse the a to zed.
The Sword of Damocles fell from its thread
and, served up with great glee upon a plate,
we gazed upon the Sturmbannführer’s head.