Street football with the landless
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Meem had to flee great horror in her life
For peace at Sadarghat ferry port
In Bangladesh we played football
After her family had sold her short
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Pass and move with the orphan Khayrun
We read, we wrote, we played football
She inspired the Manta boat school
Whilst fishing on the Bay of Bengal
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We kicked balls with street children
Some respite from horrific strife
It’s not all about coaching football
We’ve formed bonds and friendships for life
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