Played with punches, kicks, knives, and chairs…
With rocks, fouls, fanaticism, and flares…
Played with guns, walls, rockets, and first blood…
With tanks and flags, and last gasps in the brutal mud…
Played with sweepers, snipers, and besieged cities…
With crosses, borders, and meaningless trophies…
Begun in hatred, rage, and goal line saves…
The first televised game of mass graves…
(May 13,1990)
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