Football:

A kick from the side
things start to glide.
Fury in our heart,
glory on the stake.
They are hailed as heros,
praised like gods.
The moves they make and
the turns they take
are watched by us us
with every breath.
The wait for a goal and
joy for a win makes
us kings in our own ground,
and makes us gods in
their turf,
For they are the champions
and we made them gods.
We are the Fans.

Winds of change comes again.
Predators roar as their prey cry.
Blood stain and torn flesh,
paint the floor like none before.
They took my world from me, to win it back.
Only to see the dead walk in their dreams.
Many sleepless nights ended with spill
of venom.
not of the serpent but of those....
......emmm haa they r no more ;)