Balls crossing balls
Of hopes and fears
Touching down and up again
On the field of destiny.
Our men are playing
A bloody match today
Our children are crying
Stop it, stop the game
Their cries echo bullets
And rockets the speed of levin bursting in flame.
Cheerleaders out of mind
“Shoot, shoot,” they say
Our players fall
Strangers sick the dogs
To eat the flesh of men
Killed by their own countrymen
And on the spot we see the earthworms
Vomiting twisting away.
No pity the wind is smelling
Fetid bodies under the stones
Of hearts bleeding unburied
And those we bury
We can’t name.
Leaders enough quarrels and bloodshed
Enough bluffs rivering in our ears
Enough thatch veiling your hate
Pull down the tents pitched for gain
Pull down the tents of shame
Go straight and let the ball of hopes
Outweigh the ball of fears
Let us hoist the flag of unity
And play a fair game
To show the world
That we shan’t smuggle defeat for cash
And destroy our established democracy.