Ancient forces blew on the shofar,
before the battle begins
and I heard trumpets sing
Aida’s march,
but at the soccer
there’s Vuvezela’s
that makes a shrill noise
and I wonder
if our team
will win at all?
[Reference: Vuvezela= a Trumpet like blowing instrument.]
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