World cup Qatar

poetri

 

The middle east heat hovers in Doha,

Blazes like the heart of hell.

 

The golden trophy shines in Qatar,

Awaits for the world cup winner to be hoisted.

Emerald turfs ablaze with silky gleams 

Like fields of evergreen gems.

 

Football begins to breathe again like four year ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: poetri (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2022 21:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sovcer is my game
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    eight years of atrocious modern slavery
    to host an event that barely lasts four weeks..
    how many lives
    would those billions wasted on stadiums
    have saved?
    (football, will always be
    a love of my life as well, dear poet
    but now, it has become
    just a corrupted shadow of what it once represented)
    'the people's game, profiteering
    from
    the people's sweat and tears'



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