I never dreamt it could be like this…
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Chernivtsi, Vinnytsia
small towns, small teams
never featured in my dreams
but I feel for them right now
where the rampant fear, is that their touchlines
will be masked by tank tread-lines
spearheading an attacking force
that bears no resemblance
to any team sheet we could endorse;
that goalmouths would be pitted with potholes
penalty spots blasted by mortars and rockets;
with clubhouse plugs and sockets
commandeered for laptops and mobiles
busy plotting co-ordinates
to raze the next point of refuge;
football is cancelled: the oppressed retreated
all hope now
is that tyranny is defeated
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