Patrick Mahomes and his boys all choked
When they went up against the Eagles, they got smoked.
The winning team in the Super Bowl earns a coveted trophy.
It's named in honor of the late Vince Lombardi.
The Kansas City team was gunning for number three.
However, that scenario was just not to be.
It was all due to Jalen Hurts and his company.
Super Bowl fifty-nine is now a part of history.
The Eagles from Philadelphia won the victory.
Edgar my dear
Why do you have that spear
Is that your plan?
When in a jam?
Scare the bloody Kansas City yellow and red
When they fight the fowl volture appearing dead
Spirit Haunting
Spirit Daunting
Blazing under the Baltimore sun
Until Poe's poetic message is done
No swift moves will be here
Only Chiefs carcasses holding their Daly beer
as bavila chiefs resolve problems, some boys see misterious creatures.
Patrick Mahomes may be world’s nicest guy.
Kansas City shows him off with pride.
Chief’s quarter back hails from Texas, Ty.
Hall of Fame MVP, at twenty five.
He exudes a joyful mask every day.
Injury does not slow him or delay.
We love him in every single way!
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom
Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad
Call me Africa,
The land of the ancient chiefs
That lie in ruins.
Iam the sun-scorched plains
And the roar of Mosi oa tunya.
Iam the rolling hills
And the lush green valleys
Where rainclouds come to rest
And the mopane is plentiful.
Call me Africa!
Iam the roar of the lion
Sending waves of fear
Through the land and scattering his prey.
Iam the beat of the drum
In the dead of the night
Evoking the spirit of the supreme God
For showers of benediction
Upon our ancestral lands.
Iam Africa,
The battered and bruised young girl
Molested by the hands of colonisers.
With bleeding knees and her pride in tatters
She hobbles on.
The future is dark and uncertain
But she is a woman ,she will overcome.
Super cold today in Kansas City
Freezing
No ice
No snow
The air is brittle
Brutally cold
My feet reflect this
My toes are icy
I stare out the window
Knowing how cold the glass is
Staying inside
Warm but not toasty
Slightly chilled
Not tempted to run downtown
and park six miles away
So the Super Bowl parade
Honoring the KC Chiefs
Marches on without me today
Kansas City is over her head with joy
First the Royals won the World Series
Now the Chiefs have conquered the Super Bowl.
We are comparing stories.
What we were eating.
How hard we were yelling.
How long we heard fireworks on Sunday.
One twenty-six a.m. I told them with pure happiness.
That's nothing one of our favorite female busdrivers said.
In my neighborhood we can't afford fireworks.
I heard automatic rifles going off until two-thirty-two a.m.
She obviously won the one-upmanship contest.
Kansas City is on fire with love for the Chiefs
I am only one of two people who forgot to wear red today
School has been cancelled for Wednesday.
The mayor called it.
We are blasting fireworks into the sky.
Sad for the 49'ers, but we are aglow with glory.
It has been fifty years since the Chiefs won the Superbowl.
The fireworks, the gun shots, the blasts and whistles
Popping off last night, and again today.
We are going crazy here.
We are on fire for our Kansas City Chiefs.
?
The divider in chiefs, divider in thieves
The first in the world, thieves so bleed
The divider in chief, divider in genes
The first in the world, genes so greed
The divider in chief, divider in terror
The fear of TIME, terror became error
The divider in chief, divider in looters
The first in the world, India has leader
The divider in chief, the divider in sins
Modi a single man, divider in thins
The divider in chiefs, divider in media
Divider of chiefs, Now MODI is phobia
The divider in chief, TIME is error
Blot on media, media formed terror
Media formed terror, the chief is TIME
Come together ever, now thieves in line
Media formed terror, the chief is TIME
Ban media-terror now, TIME did crime
Divider in chief ever, divider in thieves ever
Modi the first leader, so honest found never
TIME is paid media, bad test of faith media
TIME is faith-killer, Chief of the paid media
Modi is the chief India, TIME is media thief
Modi now love of world, TIME is phobia chief
Modi now world leader, TIME is hate -in- chief
Modi now faith India, TIME is crime-in-chief
- Hariom, CFA
~TH' COMMANDER OF CHIEFS~
SPIRITS OF TH' SAINTS,ACKNOWLEDGE MY PLEAS...
HERE IN THIS DARKNESS,MY SOUL IN DIRE'NESS CALLS
TH' CHOSEN OF GOODNESS' SAKE,CRY 'LONG ON TH' WINDS
PREPAREST THY REGIMENTS,FOR AN CAVALRY WE IMPLORE THEE
FILLEST OUR VESSELS,LADEN US WITH THY VERACITY
UPON NOBLE STEED,SET US TO REIGN UNCONQUERABLE
FOR COMPARED TO OUR ENEMY,'VEN SODOM'S SINS ARE FRIVOLOUS
TARRY NOT,I BEG THY PARDON...TO HASTEN LIVELY
OUR VANGAURD DEPLETED,ONLY TH' STEAD'LY REMAIN
THOUGH INTREPIDLY WE FIGHT,THEIR FORCES MULTIPLIETH PERPET'D
TH' PASTURES OF OUR INHERITANCE,SPRAWL ROUGE'LY BLEMISHED
NEVER THAN LESS STANDING GROUND,TO OUR COMMANDER I'M TRUE
AS TH' THUNDER ROARETH 'BOVE US,I SENSE HOOF'ND PACE...
FAITHFUL N' TRUE,'PON TH' THIGH OF FIRST RACED...
ALL GRAVES FORFEIT SOULS,PROVIDING NEW BIRTHS...
FINALLY,WE ARE DELIVERED...
...BY TH' LAST N' TH' FIRST!
~AZAZA~'09
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