The Not So Beautiful Game

I saw the hopes and dreams of my team
Ripped, then torn apart tonight
By corrupt officials and cheating players
Who care not for dignity, or sportsmanship,
Only the bastardisation
Of this once great sport.

The promising start fuels the passion
That is needed to drive the engine
Onwards, Forwards until goals come forth
From skill and perseverence
When facing the other team
On the field of battle.

OUTRAGE!
The stadium erupts in a galaxy of rage
When the stonewall is torn down
Right in front of everyone,
Everything is as clear as the summer's day sky
But it doesn't stop the injustice.

A display of skillful fireworks
Explode over the coming half hour,
Both armies are fighting well
And demonstrating their full range of abilities,
They are able to make the opposition bleed
Which nurtures the engine that powers the army.

A sudden blackout of information
Sweeps over the stadium.
The crowd is hushed in wonder of
Who will dare to make the next move.
What goes on behind these scene of confusion
Is prohibited, therefore interesting.

And I see that evolution has come into play,
The opposing army has adapted
To our skillful demonstration,
And gains an unnecessary advantage
As they already have corruption on their side
Portrayed by men clad in yellow, so we know who to shout at.

But it does not stop them
From yielding such power as their own,
Dignity, Nobility, Decency.
Torn to shreds by the unstoppable blade
Which is forged from an unholy alliance
That decimates all who stand in its way.

And I can only stand back and watch
The sadist torture unfold before me.
Jeering en masse echoes around the battlefield,
Who's shouting for who though,
I cannot tell from earshot alone,
When the cries call "CITY" from both ends.

We came. We played. We started out with so much potential.
We engaged them in battle, held them back.
We threw it all away like misspent youth.
We feel the aftershock, burning like a million suns.
It may have been just another match,
But at the end of the day, it's just no game.