Make us Dream

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 With my heart well and truly battered
and sprung from nets of cynicism
three-pronged desires of sovereignty
I give to thee…
Battered heart and fortress soul
complicit with the shadows of
the childhood ghosts mulling
on a terrace long gone yet still the echo of
shuffled feet and anthems on each tongue
A red shirt
A number 7
And I am torn from the apathy
of commercialized mediocrity
to believe
In the power of football dreams
In the benediction of Truth
The validation of Justice
And yes
The hunger pangs of Love
Oh Liverpool….feed me.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/make-us-dream/