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Footie Copa do Mundo

Mark Anthony Wood

Wednesday, May 10th, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We love you England, we do, we love you
England, it’s true… so spin, lunge, flick, soar, dart,
Seize the game like an armed-heist in full view,
Gangsters who surprise by knowing fine art,
With this close touch: one can appreciate
The rare beauty of another without
Desanctifying a vow. If to hate
Proved love, why kiss – why not an ugly shout?
Don’t, then, deride the nationality
Of foes; the foreign fan is your brother,
For football has this rationality:
The ball’s the egg – we’re from the same mother.
Each mob backs their team with hope gunshot loud;
You don’t have to win it – just make us proud.

© Mark Anthony Woods 2006

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/footie-copa-do-mundo/