NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD
On Hindsight - Poem by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD
No one believes: in that well worn saying
It'll be all right on the night
Mention the five rings
or that the Olympics are coming to London
this much is absolutely certain
considerable panic and loads of hand wringing
Predictions of unfinished venues
Ticket touts about
Journalists whipping up panic
over the threat of terrorists
99% of the Olympics
went off without a hitch
Sceptical killjoys had reminded:
'We're in the midst of a severe financial crisis
We can't afford this...! '
Still others had grumbled:
'60 State of the Art hospitals could have been built
instead of all this extravagance.....'
And, doom-sayers swore:
'London has unpredictable weather
How will it cope?
to cynical complaints of bloated commercialism
and, finally to - complete addiction
The moment the torch arrived from Greece
the mood of the Country changed completely
Through gale force winds and poring rain
people came out in their droves
to catch a glimpse
and, to celebrate a fleeting moment
The famed British rain
stayed away - in the main
and, London basked in the sun
An absolute triumph
People of all races
Came together to celebrate
Where else do you find such unity?
No place else - unfortunately
Buy me tickets to some event
I want to tell my relatives
' I was there! '
Success at swimming, rowing, shooting
and much, much more
Sent us Brits zooming up the medals board
Thanks in part to lottery funding
arranged by John Major's govt.
From twenty-one to fifteen
within the blink of an eye
we were at no.5
Thanks - Team GB
Olympic fever - complete!
A combination of dedicated athletes
Meticulous logistical planning
Panoramic views on our TV screens
Ensured a very successful Olympics
The games were great
And. the way you represented
a slice of Britain's rich heritage
It's well-known tolerance
it's diverse multiculturalism -
you definitely did the Nation proud.
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