Yours is filled with fear, atrocities, displacement.
Memories that are burned with terror, entwined
With the rotting flesh left behind.
Ours is one of comfort and plenty.
Of decency and democracy, sanctuary and frivolity
A mecca, for pursuants of equality.
Hard to imagine a common thread.
But football has squeezed itself
through the eye of a needle.
The Unity Cup is like a thimble.
A welcome mechanism to facilitate
integration, to spread the word
With a shared joy, to mix, to exchange
To farm the minds
To sow together