Game we played in the hall
Loved and participated by all.
With it simple lore
That makes us gore.
It has no life
We give it life
With our joy and sorrow when kicked live.
It has no enemies
But makes enemies
It has no friends
But makes friends
It unites the world
Make understood words
In absence of swords.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Make understood words. thanks.