ON THE FALL OF GERMANY IN THE WORLD CUP
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When heroes fail
they do not wail;
they do not cry
but only in the sly
my men were strong
they did no wrongs,
they came and went
goals none did they sent
before they burnt
to ashes hot
they heeled the ball
toying with their balls
nimble and swift
their names lifted heads
they were klosing others paths
and mulling others hearts
they were spine scatterers
they webbed spidering all along
they spread into the field
like the netting hunter
they closed upon the field
hankying it into pockets sealed
I love the Germans
for the beauty of their play
the lovely games they swayed
into their winning pots arrayed
Yet, it was the last match
the hour of defeat snatched
from the legs of our knights
the goals they launched to our delight
latching the door to the gold cup
parting their pace half way
the Heroes fell astray
yet, never did they cry
braving with chests of dismay! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
lalitha iyer
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