Only One Nil Poem by John Sensele

It's only one nil
Chanted the Crested Crane;
Let Copper Bullets
Land their charted plane
At Nelson Mandela Stadium
For goals galore on them to rain.

Ugandans believed victory was already theirs;
Three nil would be the final score
In Kampala where Zambia would learn
A football lesson according to Chiding Core:
‘We never lose at home' funny fans feigned
Because, at home, Cranes were hardcore.

Sleepy silence slipped over Lusaka
And wondered if it'd be pensive penalties or evil extra time;
On the edge of their seats, Zambians prayed for agony to end;
Pundits said, ‘To win in Kampala wasn't a crime';
Nine eight final score told Zambians
To gobble giggling glasses of lazy lime.