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Opium

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The game of football can be found
Wherever an expanse of grass is.
Urgent voices will resound,
Calling for those telling passes.
Injustices may well abound,
Nations wallow in morasses,
Emperors deposed and crowned,
Worshipped by the working classes.
But when the ball is sprayed around,
The world is seen through greener glasses.
Yes, it’s true what they expound –
‘Tis the opium for the masses.

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