Football

Football Football, football what are you in this world? A piece of bull- hide inflated with hot air Be not proud, you are inflated with hot lies Tortured for the pleasure of the powerful Temples are erected and named in your honor Millions worship you without any holy book Fanatics quarrel and break bones in your name For amusement, humans die as they laugh at you Football, football an idol of this modern age Your worshipers wear cassocks and carry chalice They take oath to almighty FIFA to kick you well As millions are collected for your condolence fees Football, football your bishop presides over your pain Penalizing those who don’t kick you painfully enough Your agonies are means of happiness for the world A mere skin full of air, no judge can deliver you justice