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Not God’s Chosen People

Peter Goulding

Monday, June 6th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 God’s Chosen People, we are not,
For Thou hast tricked us neatly.
The Israelites just picked their spot
And scuppered us completely.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We played our part, and praised Thy Name
With music and with banners,
Our voices soared throughout the game
Proclaiming loud hosannahs.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We welcomed back the Sacred Harte
From Spanish isolation.
The Messiah, though, could play no part,
And watched with consternation.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 At first you let things take their course,
Not seeking the attention,
But two quick lightning strikes did force
You into intervention.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Into the large Israeli goal
You rolled a massive boulder,
And then you managed to extol
The pain of Robbie’s shoulder.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 You blew the ball into our net,
You caused O’Shea to stumble,
And then you snuffed each rising threat,
Surprised that we might grumble!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 We sensed another presence there
Beside that black-clad goalie,
Protecting Israel’s goal with care,
Thy breath so strong and holy.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 You stood there in the Hebrew goal,
Behind the men of Zion,
Relishing thy last-man role
And banishing O’Brien.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Whenever we seemed sure to score,
Thy guiding hand did thwart us,
We gnashed our teeth till they were sore
And offered up our daughters.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 I’ve never been too zealous, just
Sarcastic and satirical,
But how we failed to beat them must
Be marked down as a miracle.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Our journey to the Promised Land
Is merely an illusion.
Our tribe’s beset by self-doubt and
Unusual confusion.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Oh Lord, Thou hast forsaken us
And cast us from Thy glory,
Thy mighty plan has shaken us
And spoiled this wondrous story.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Our idols were all made of clay,
False prophets to the nation.
We rent our garments in dismay
And showed great consternation.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 For we are wretched in Thy sight,
With fealty that wavers.
Take pity on our abject plight –
Send ten Roy Keanes to save us.

© Peter Goulding 6th June 2005

Notes

Ireland 2 Israel 2. Still can’t believe we didn’t score 10.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/not-gods-chosen-people/