Soccer Aid
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It’s time to think of
The children of the world
For it is they who are
The foundation stone
Of human existence
In their hands we trust
The Beautiful Game
Tonight we think of those
Suffering the horrendous
Diseases and crippling
Disabilities of the unfortunate
Misfortune greets their staring
Pleading eyes
Bodies wasted by the
Cruelty of neglect
Malnutrition and starvation
Tearing through hungry minds
Oh, how distressing to we
Who live in the privileged world
Of hedonistic luxury
Who can only look on in agonised
Dumbfounded silence
Soccer Aid,
Let it be repeated
Over and over again
Football must extend the hand
Of unconditional love,
Healing hands
Kindness and consideration
For those with nothing
Nothing to look forward to
Helping profusely those
For whom breakfast, lunch
Tea and supper
Are just alien concepts
They are the ones who
Can only dream of our
Daily normalities
Of enjoying the joyous
Thrills of five a sides
On the parks
And Power Leagues of
British kick offs,
Free kicks, corners
And goals galore
In the back of the net
That lovely onion bag
But for those who
Continue to be so horribly
Deprived of centre circles
And running rampant down
Touchlines on wide, inviting
Wings where doves still fly
But we must think of the children,
The kids who just want to strike
Spectacular volleys from the
Half way line
Let them roam free
Playing their game
With beaming smiles
As expansive as the one touch
Game, we’ve always advocated
For tonight Robbie Williams,
Lee Mack and celebrities from
Football’s benevolent hearts of gold
Will be playing for the
Precious cradle of youth
Who may never know the meaning
Of eternal happiness and freedom
But we have to extend the warm
Embrace of optimism to
Our next generation, certainly
The present day
For football is their
Universal language, our
Spoken words of passion
Dominant conversations
In every pub, shop, village,
Town and city
Of course children are our future
Let the charitable face of UNICEF
Spotlight their woes and travails
Bless them for ever
With the heartiest of good health
They too can be the next M’Bappe,
Neymar, even the remarkable Cristiano
Ronaldo, a world class
Footballing intellect
But first and foremost
And above all
Let the kids with
Little and pitiful
Strike out and venture into
Their Bernabeu, Nou Camp,
Maracana, Anfield and the Emirates
Waking from troubled beds
And striding confidently
Towards food and drink
Into welcoming stomachs
And play football into the
Fading darkness of twilit stages
Running into space
Leaving the past behind them,
Passing as if by memory
Let the children who express
Simple desires
Just smile and laugh
Incessantly, just score
Goals for pleasure and fun
Care unquestioningly
For their welfare
So let’s celebrate Soccer Aid
Today, tomorrow and for ever more
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