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The Ghosts of Qatar

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In the desert heat, toiling away.
Brutal conditions, pittance of pay.
Families left to mourn and weep.
Ghosts of Qatar in restless sleep.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-ghosts-of-qatar/