A field in uniform
Two rows of ten
And two colourful shirts
Casual Commanders
And a whistleblower,
The father we hope is fair
The cliche` says a battle
Advance, retreat, spar
And pray for victory
The cavalry draws near
A trampling of hooves heard
On this grassy knoll
Screaming and screaching
The viewing public is indistinguishable
From the cockatoos overhead
Still the play continues.
A brief rest was not enough
To still pounding hearts
A fast pace set
And stumbled over
Brief ecstasy felt in the air
History is written by victors
Yet these records tell no tale
Save a number and a name
Both camps camped
Winners and losers alike in eloquence
Celebrating a game: The Game
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Ahh, I like the emphasis "The Game" it works very well ^o^.
And I like how it's so truthful, but still has...war- like analogies. It seems so real. I like that. That just kind of "show it all, omit nothing". Maybe I've just been studying 'truth' for too long =]
<3helena
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