I always have liked soccer.
Such a rough game.
Such skills required.
on Sunday morning.
When one day,
I found that I needed
It was the honourable
thing to do.
I had to close the book of mankind's history,
it told of many wars, of bloodshed and of torture,
describing in disturbing but extensive detail,
how one can split a skull and full-grown man in half,
right down the centre of his hapless, useless being.
As if he'd never mattered or deserved to live.
So many years and so much blood was spilled,
that fertile fields bore witness to man's greatest folly.