A Game of SoccerA Poem by DavidTrue storyBall and nets, fields open and green Junior high school field, where to find this teen What is it we created what is it we have taught No more reason, no thinking , sportsmanship naught Recreational this game, not professional at all This game played so seriously about this ball Kick downfield , penalty called Ricardo Portillo about to fall Like a sneak thief disguised by the night Another young thug finds his target to start a fight Sucker punch unseen and now to the head Leaves this young father in his hospital bed What are we coming to, this place seems so diseased This punk escapes and much later to police the father agrees To bring him down to the station to face These charges new and what a disgrace A mere game, a distraction with not much at stake This young man now dead, now dead in Salt Lake © 2013 David |
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Added on May 5, 2013 Last Updated on May 5, 2013 AuthorDavidhyannis, MAAboutLove to write but never seem to finish anything I write for my own pleasure of pen to paper more..Writing
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