A Song For Arsenal Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

A Song For Arsenal



All hail the young boys, pride of north London
Who the spirits of the beautiful game still condone
Dusting their canon, tieing their shoe laces
Letting the whole world know, on their sleeves remain the aces

Rejoice o ye gunners, rejoice
this that season, the world
be compelled to listen, not
So much about age, fame
or wage, this that season we
light them all up, burning up
the stage, them all, the young
and the aged

All hail the boys, whose home from highbury became emirate
Though critics insist, the men from the boys time again separate
Ignorant they be, we paid our dues
Resources we just dont waste, we ain't the 'bloos'

Rejoice o ye gunners, rejoice
this that season, the world
be compelled to listen, not
So much about age, fame
or wage, this that season we
light them all up, burning up
the stage, them all, the young
and the aged

All hail the boys in red and white
Nobles of the game, General and Knights
We ain't the devil, red or plain
By our canon and sword, all shall be slain

Rejoice o ye gunners, rejoice
this that season, the world
be compelled to listen, not
So much about age, fame
or wage, this that season
light them all up, burning up
the stage, them all, the young
and the aged

All hail the boys whose feets are set
Minds prepared, commitment, dedication, all you can bet
Bring on the season, let the game begin
Be giving them a reason, of medals, its a new beginning

Rejoice o ye gunners, rejoice
this that season, the world
be compelled to listen, not
So much about age, fame
or wage, this that season
light them all up, burning up
the stage, them all, the young
and the aged

All hail the boys whose time is ripe
Drought season past, no more mishaps
This positivity and poem, some despise, many be beefing
But at the end of it all, with us they shall be singing

Rejoice o ye gunners, rejoice
this that season, the world
be compelled to listen, not
So much about age, fame
or wage, this that season
light them all up, burning up
the stage, them all, the young
and the aged

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