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Underneath every shirt we`re the same

Kevin Francis

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He booed and hissed and shook his fist, then pushed me to the floor,
how dare, i wear, an Arsenal shirt, in Clapham S.W.4,
“you’re out of your manor” said the Chelsea spanner, were all blues `round here,
i was shocked and surprised at the hate in his eyes, just because of my red and white gear,
was he taking the mick? i was only just six and three foot nothing short,
for all i knew, it could`ve been Crewe, for whom i was showing support,
but i persevered, never showing my fear, wore my Arsenal shirt with pride,
cuz no rotten blue,was telling me what to do, and no way was i gonna` hide,
and that awful derision, soon clouded my vision and how easily i learned how to hate,
they continued to hiss, i tried hard to resist, but ended up taking the bait,
so ends my confession, of territorial transgression, that traumatised me for a while,
a social faux pas, that left me with a scar, `though now i can look back and smile,
i`ve got no resentment, i`m full of contentment, underneath every shirt we`re the same,
so don`t be a div, lets live and let live and remember,.. it`s only a game.

© C.F.O`Nuallain

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/underneath-every-shirt-were-the-same/