Some people look at football like it’s some type of idol.
We’ve got bigger issues, like young people who are suicidal.
We are blessed to live in such a place,
Yet we complain that there’s not enough space.
We have so many things in our spoiled lives,
There are some people who massively strive.
So don’t go around yelling about football,
When we’ve got children who stomachs are too small.
Think how blessed you are every day,
And don’t forget who had to go through the most pain.
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