Moving the Goalposts
So much emotion invested
In teams over which we have little control –
So many loyalties tested,
Where happiness hangs on a single damn goal.
We buy into brands and we swear that we’re theirs,
But we’ve nothing to offer ’cept hoping and prayers –
So they win or they lose – and at least someone cares,
Though we act like it cost us our soul.
But all of that devotion
For an empty sporting rite
Must leaves no spare emotion
To our fellow humans’ plight –
There’s torture to be ending, and forests to be saving,
There’s justice to be tending, and freedom to be braving –
There’s too much needs defending to waste our flags with waving,
Let’s get our passions working here instead.
We need to get ignited for the good of all the blighted,
Regardless if they’re wearing blue or red.