PLAYERS ON THE FIELD

They align in position Ready to move the ball Doesn't matter how long they're gone The know to whom the play will fall Oh they will shout about Foul play on the field Fully aware of masks being worn And the inability to face the guild No TRUTH can hold them No free flow in the ranks They are the middle blocks Separating rulers from the skanks When the roll is called up yonder And the scores all tallied up You'll find ornate trophies Are still just empty cups Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-18-2025