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ESCOBAR

Crispin Thomas

Monday, June 12th, 2000

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 THE WORLD CUP IN AMERICA- NINETEEN NINETY FOUR
USA-COLUMBIA -DO YOU RECALL THE SCORE?
AND OVER IN THE ROSE BOWL – THE FEVERS RUNNING HIGH
WHILE ON THE STREETS- OF MEDELLIN- ITS NEAR TO DO OR DIE
COLUMBIA WERE ON A ROLL – THE MOMENT IT WAS NOW
THEIR ROAD WOULD BE OF GLORY- TO SWEET SUCCESS SOMEHOW
I SPEAK OF ANDRES ESCOBAR – I SHUDDER AT HIS NAME
THE LINCHPIN IN A STRONG DEFENCE-AND KNOWN THROUGHOUT THE GAME

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 THEY CALLED HIM CABALLERO-THE FOOTBALL GENTLEMAN
IN SOCCER CRAZY BARS AND HOMES – AND RIGHT ACROSS THE LAND
IN FRONT OF NINETY THOUSAND FANS-COLUMBIA V THE STATES
THE STADIUM HEAVED TO ANTHEM SONGS-BEHIND THE LONG CLOSED GATES
THE MINUTES GONE WERE THIRTY THREE – COLUMBIA’S STUBBORN WALL
IS BROKEN BY A HOPEFUL CROSS – IT LOOKED LIKE ANDRE’S BALL
BUT AS HE STRETCHED TO INTERCEPT-THE BALL SPUN FAST AWAY
IT CLIPPED HIS BOOT AND IN THE NET – IT LANDED ON THAT DAY
AN OWN GOAL OF EXTREME BAD LUCK -THE SORRY DEED WAS DONE
AND ONE THAT PROVED- TO BE HIS LAST- COLUMBIA LOST 2-1

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 THEIR WORLD CUP DREAM NOW OVER- DISASTER IN ONE GAME
WHILE FRIENDS STOOD BY- A FINGER DARK -SOUGHT OUT- THE ONE- TO BLAME
WITH MED’LIN’S CURRENT MURDER RATE- SOME TWENTY ODD A DAY
HIS ONLY EVER WORLD CUP GOAL- WOULD PROVE THE PRICE TO PAY
ELIMINATED- THEY RETURNED -TO JEERS INSTEAD OF PRAISE
AND ANDRES GOAL- COST HIM HIS LIFE – WITHIN THE NEXT TEN DAYS

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 JULY THE FIRST – A NIGHT CLUB- WHERE HIGH UP ON A HILL
THEY SHOT HIM LIKE A DOG THAT NIGHT – AND ESCOBAR LAY KILLED
OWN GOAL – OWN GOAL -THEY SHOUTED – AS HE SAT IN HIS CAR
AT POINT BLANK RANGE -SIX TIMES THEY FIRED- OUTSIDE THE PADUA BAR

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 ON MEDELLIN’S STREETS – THEY ARGUE STILL – ON SUCH A WAY TO GO
A HIT MAN OR A DRUNKEN RAGE – BUT WE WILL NEVER KNOW
A COUNTRY RIFE WITH DRUGS AND GUNS – SO MEANINGLESS AND SAD
HOW CAN THERE BE – HIS FATHER CRIED- SOME PEOPLE QUITE SO BAD
THAT THEY COULD KILL – MY GENTLE SON- THAT THEY- HIS LIFE COULD TAKE
ALL FOR A MOMENT IN A GAME – ALL FOR ONE BRIEF MISTAKE
AND NOW WHILE POLITICIANS- AND DRUG LORDS WINE AND DINE
THE COKE CARTELS AND HIT MEN- COME THICK AT ANY TIME
THINK THEN UPON -THE PRICE OF LIFE-THE MONEY AND THE DREAM
THOSE SEXY FOOTBALL LIFESTYLES-ARENT ALWAYS HOW THEY SEEM
AND ON THOSE DUSTY PITCHES ON SUNDAYS YOU CAN SEE
BY BREEZE BLOCK SLUMS WITH WASHING HUNG -THE DREAM OF BREAKING FREE
AND STILL THEY TALK OF THAT WORLD CUP- AND OF THE FATEFUL DAY
WHEN ESCOBAR -STRETCHED OUT TOO FAR- AGAINST THE USA.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/escobar/