Goal

He looses his mark
The striker enters the eighteen
One two and three
A goal it is, G-o-a-l!

The screaming and shouting
From empty stomachs they come
The throwing of legs and hands
By the weak and weary
The noises they follow, the blind
For a brief moment forget
Their plights and frets

Tooting horns fill the streets
Blood from the wounded and dead too
Uncontrollable joy mounts up
uncontrollable pain in the hearts
Bloodless wounds which could
No be nursed an entire life time
Assets and properties will be gained
In difficulty for generations unborn
And lost in ease in a flash

Glasses will clash without breaking
Throats will open ready to swallow
Earned sweat till tummy fills up,
Till our eyes plea to our feet

For a brief moment
We cry no more
Peace and security
Hunger and thirst
Justice and righteousness
Equality and one for all
Not all for one.

Few filled pockets, have all our resources
Leaving the cries unsolved
Misplaced priorities by wicked men in pajeros
Where majority will listen and not hear
This cry until they be over:
The damage with the euphoria of the ball entering the net.