Games Without Values
Last year we played with steady ground,
one rule for all, the truth was found.
No favoured few, no shadow deal,
just work and heart - the common seal,
and every voice could claim their name.
Our coach back then, from distant shore,
taught more than drills - he taught us more:
that trust is built on equal weight,
and discipline decides our fate,
and love of game is why we came.
But now the lines are drawn by hand
that shifts with who they understand.
The gifted pushed to other side,
while empty chairs in A-team hide
the friends they brought to guard their claim.
The rules are bent, the field feels small,
the game we knew is lost to all.
Yet still we run, though not the same,
and dream one day to lift the flame
of football played for more than fame.
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