Stamford Bridge Has Fallen Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Oh Stamford Bridge, once mighty and grand
Prince and pride of London
Now fallen, crumbled unto the sand
The virgins of London weeped,
With their white rose soak in tears
The cheers and roars now but a distant sound
As your walls lay broken, your spirit bound
The battlefield where heroes once stood
Now lies in ruins, misunderstood
The loudest chants have turned to cries by the maidens of London.
As Stamford Bridge has fallen, we realize
No more will we witness the beautiful game
No more will we bask in the glory and fame
The roars of victory, the heartbreak of defeat
All silenced now, as we stare in defeat
The memories etched in every stone
Now shattered, like a dream unknown
The ghosts of legends, they weep and mourn
For Stamford Bridge, their home, now torn as the prince stripped naked in shame.
The grass that once bore the battle scars
Now trampled, by the weight of fallen stars
The stands that once held a sea of blue
Now empty, with broken hearts so few
Oh Stamford Bridge, our home, our pride
With every loss, a little piece of us cries with our feets dipped in saddened state.
We'll mourn your loss, we'll mourn your fate
As we bid farewell to our beloved gate
So let us gather, in solemn grief
And pay our last respects to our fallen chief
Stamford Bridge, we love you prince of London
For the love and memories of you, will never cease.