The Ghosts of Qatar
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Can you hear a sob and wail.
In this sorry World Cup tale.
Above the roar of every goal.
Listen out for every lost soul.
¶ 2
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Beneath the sunny Qatari skies.
Listen to their desperate cries.
How many died, it’s hard to tell?
Slave labour, in conditions of hell.
¶ 3
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In the desert heat, toiling away.
Brutal conditions, pittance of pay.
Families left to mourn and weep.
Ghosts of Qatar in restless sleep.
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